An account of a regicide and its aftermath.Show ExcerptThe worthy Thane of Ross.LENNOX.What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he lookThat seems to speak things strange.[ Enter Ross.]ROSS.God save the King!DUNCAN.Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ROSS.From Fife, great king;Where the Norweyan banners flout the skyAnd fan our people cold.Norway himself, with terrible numbers,Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe 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!ROSS.That nowSweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed, at
