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.

The service and the loyalty I owe, / In doing it, pays itself. Your Highness’ part / Is to receive our duties: and our duties / Are to your throne and state, children and servants; / Which do but what they should, by doing everything / Safe toward your love and honour.

We will establish our estate upon / Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter / The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must / Not unaccompanied invest him only, / But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine / On all deservers.—

I am one, my liege, / Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world / Hath so incens’d that I am reckless what / I do to spite the world.

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, / That every minute of his being thrusts / Against my near’st of life;

There is none but he / Whose being I do fear: and under him / My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said, / Mark Antony’s was by Caesar.

If there come truth from them / (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) / Why, by the verities on thee made good, / May they not be my oracles as well, / And set me up in hope?

So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune, / That I would set my life on any chance, / To mend it or be rid on’t.

for from broad words, and ’cause he fail’d / His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear, / Macduff lives in disgrace.

Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous / It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain / To kill their gracious father? damned fact! / How it did grieve Macbeth!