DUNCAN. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.<br />MALCOLM. This is the sergeant<br />Who like a good and hardy soldier fought<br />&#39;Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!<br />Say to the King the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.<br />SERGEANT. Doubtful it stood,<br />As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-Worthy to be a rebel, for to that<br />The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him -from the Western Isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show&#39;d like a rebel&#39;s whore. But all&#39;s too weak; For brave Macbeth -well he deserves that name-Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish&#39;d steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like Valor&#39;s minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave,<br />Which ne&#39;er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam&#39;d him from the nave to the chaps, And fix&#39;d his head upon our battlements.<br />DUNCAN. O valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman!