Duncan: What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Malcolm: This is the sergeant
Who is a good and brave soldier who can rescue from capture. Hail, brave friend. Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.

Captain: Doubtful it stood
As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art. The merciles McDonald-
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying Villaines of nature
Do swarm upon him-from the Western Isles of lightly armed soldiers who often used a sword or bow and heavely armed soldiers often carrying a heavy battle axe are supplied. And fickle luck on his damnèd quarrel similing,
Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak,
For brave Macbeth- well he deserves that name-
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like bravery’s favourite minion sliced his way till he faced the slave,
Which ne’re shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till ripped him open