with brandished steel that smoked with bloody execution, carved out his passage
unseamed him from the nave to the chaps and fixed his head upon our battlements
will all great neptunes ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No
In a ditch he bides with twenty trenched gashes on his head
Never shake thy gory locks at me!
The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon fife and give to the edge of the sword his wife, babes and all unfortunate souls that do trace him in his lines
you castle is surprised: your wife and babes savagely slaughtered