Duncan
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
Who comes here?
Exit Sergeant , attended.
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!
Duncan
Whence camest 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, lapp’d 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.
Duncan
Great happiness!