Classics Illustrated: Macbeth. Act V. Scene 3.
Enter a Servant.
Macbeth: The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?
Servant: There is ten thousand --
Macbeth: Geese, villain!
Servant: Soldiers, sir.
Macbeth: Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
Servant:: The English force, so please you.
Macbeth: Take thy face hence.