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Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants,
SCENE: Scotland; England.
The Tragedy of
A desert place.
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
When the battle's lost and won.
Upon the heath.
A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;
Which smoked with bloody execution,
20 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
Began a fresh assault.
Dismay'd not this
I cannot tell
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
[Exit Sergeant, attended. Who comes here?
. Enter Ross. Mal.
The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he
look That seems to speak things strange. Ross.
God save the king !
From Fife, great king ;
The victory fell on us.