THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth. 

 FIRST WITCH. I come, Graymalkin! 

 SECOND WITCH. Paddock calls. 

 THIRD WITCH. Anon. 

 ALL. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. 

[Exeunt.]

 SCENE II. A Camp near Forres.

Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.

King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox,

Captain

 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, like a good and hardy soldier, fought ’Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend! Say to the King the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it. 

 SOLDIER. Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel, for to that 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’d like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak; For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish’d steel, Which smok’d with bloody execution, Like Valour’s minion, carv’d out his passage, Till he fac’d the slave; Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chops, And fix’d his head upon our battlements. 

 DUNCAN. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! 

 SOLDIER. As whence the sun ’gins his reflection Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring, whence comfort seem’d to come 

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