Macbeth by William Shakespeare, Act I, Scene II
Doubtful it stood,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him -from the Western Isles
Of 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 smoked with bloody execution,
Like Valor’s minion carved out his passage
Till he faced 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.
And the picture above only represents the last two lines
Nobody will ever write a poem for John Reed, she said, yet now, there is a poem for him. Will Macdonwald ever get the attention in Macbeth? If it wasn’t for his death, Macbeth’s establishment of character would have been a bit devoid of substance?
It takes a villain to make a hero.