Prompt Pages
Definitions
of obscure or difficult words:
broil (line 6)—a
battle 
kerns and
gallowglasses (line 13)—Lightly armed Irish foot
soldiers and heavy armed soldiers.
furbished (line 32)—Improved or repaired, made to
look new
dismayed (line 33)—Upset or shocked about
something surprising that has happened. 
bridegroom (line 54)—A man who is getting married,
or has recently gotten married.  
deign (line 60)—show disapproval 
disbursed (line 61)—having payed
out money from a fund 
Act
1 Scene 2 Lines 1-67
Scene
2.  [A camp.]
Script is
written in black
Comments and
stage and character directions are written in blue
| Before
  the scene starts, the Captain lays against a rock (which is represented by a
  backpack) center stage.  The Captain is
  holding a bloody rag to his right side and dagger is stuck in his right thigh
  to emphasize that he is wounded by the battle.    
 Alarum within. 
  Enter King [Duncan], Malcolm,  
 a bleeding Captain .  King.  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 the good and hardy soldier
  fought                         ‘Gainst my
  captivity.  Hail, brave friend!                          
     Say to the king 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 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 this damned quarrel
  smiling,      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 valor’s minion carved out his
  passage       Till he faced the slave; 
      Which nev’r
  shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,             Till he unseamed
  him from the nave to th’ chops,      And fixed his head upon our battlements. 
 King.  O valiant cousin!  Worthy gentleman!                                                                                                                                  Captain.   As whence the sun ‘gins his reflection      Shipwracking
  storms and direful thunders break,      So from that spring whence comfort
  seemed to come  
      Discomfort swells.  Mark, King of Scotland, mark:                    No sooner justice had, with valor armed,
        Compelled these skipping kerns to trust
  their heels  
      But the Norweyan
  lord, surveying vantage,      With furbished arms and new supplies of
  men,       Began a fresh assault.                                                         
   
   King.  Dismayed not this                                                     Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Captain:  Yes;  
      As sparrows eagles or the hare the lion.      If I say sooth, I must report they were      As cannons overcharged with double
  cracks;      So they doubly redoubled strokes upon
  the foe.        Except they meant to bathe in reeking
  wounds, 
      Or memorize another Golgotha,      I cannot tell—      But I am faint; my gashes cry for
  help.    
 King.  So well thy
  words become thee as thy wounds;      They smack of honor both.  Go get him surgeons.                                                
  [Exit Captain, attended.]    
 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;                                                      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.                                 Great
  happiness! Ross.                                                          That
  now         Sweno, the
  Norway’s king, craves composition;      Nor would we deign
  him burial of his men      Till he disbursed, at Satin Colme’s Inch,        Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
   King. 
  No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive             
      Out bosom interest: go pronounce his
  present           death,       And with his former title greet
  Macbeth.   
 Ross.  I’ll see it
  done.                   King.  What he hath
  lost, noble Macbeth hath won. 
                                                                            
  Exeunt    | ||||||||||||||||||||||