Page 2075 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

− But I am faint; my gashes cry for help.

KING
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
Exit Captain with Attendants.

Enter Ross and Angus.

Who comes here?

MALCOLM
The worthy Thane of Ross.

LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes!
So should he look that seems to speak things strange.

ROSS
God save the King!

KING
Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?

ROSS
From Fife, great King, [50]

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point-rebellious, arm ’gainst arm,

Curbing his lavish spirit; and to conclude,
The victory fell on us −

KING