Shakespeare's Passage
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
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Paraphrase
Like in spring time when the sun shines loveliest
and then, suddenly, terrible storms arise,
So too from that moment in the fight,
when we thought all was going well,
Trouble began for us. Hear this, king of Scotland, hear:
No sooner had Macbeth brought us justice
by driving the enemy troops away,
But the Norwegian lord (Sweno), seeing his chance,
With fresh weapons and new supplies of men
Began a new assault.
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