Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.Sergeant. Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers, that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him—from the western islesOf kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,Show’d like a rebel’s whore: but all’s too weak;For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,—Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,Which smok’d with bloody execution,Like valour’s minion carv’d out his passageTill he fac’d the slave;Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps,And fix’d his head upon our battlements.