like valour's minion

carved out his passage till he faced the slave

which ne'er shook hands

nor bade farewell to him

till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

and fixed his head upon our battlements.

And, to conclude,

victory fell on us.

Valiant Macbeth.

Worthy gentleman.

Great happiness.

Whence cam'st thou, noble Prince?

From Fife, great King,

where Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold,

assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

the Thane of Cawdor.

God save the King!

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

Go pronounce his present death

and with his former title greet Macbeth.