Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look[3717][3718]
That seems to speak things strange.[3718][3719]
Ross. God save the king!
Dun. Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
Ross. From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky[3720] 50
And fan our people cold.[3721]
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,[3721][3722]
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;[3723]
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, 55
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,[3724]
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,[3725]
The victory fell on us.
Dun. Great happiness!
Ross. That now[3726] 60
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;[3726][3727]
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's inch,[3728]
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive 65
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,[3729]
And with his former title greet Macbeth.[3730]
Ross. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
[Exeunt.