CAPTAIN

 ���������������                                         Doubtful it stood,

 ��������������� As two spent swimmers that do cling together

 ��������������� And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald�

10������������ Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

 ��������������� The multiplying villanies of nature

 ��������������� Do swarm upon him�from the Western Isles

 ��������������� Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied,

 ��������������� And fortune, on his damn�d quarrel smiling,

15������������ 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

20������������ Till he faced the slave;

 ��������������� Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

 ��������������� Till he unseamed him from the nave to th' chops,

 ��������������� And fixed his head upon our battlements.

������ CAPTAIN

 

For a while you couldn't tell who would win. The armies were like two exhausted swimmers clinging to each other and struggling in the water, unable to move. The villainous rebel Macdonwald was supported by foot soldiers and horsemen from Ireland and the Hebrides, and Lady Luck was with him, smiling cruelly at his enemies as if she were his whore. But Luck and Macdonwald together weren't strong enough. Brave Macbeth, laughing at Luck, chopped his way through to Macdonwald, who didn't even have time to say good-bye or shake hands before Macbeth split him open from his navel to his jawbone and stuck his head on our castle walls.