Enter Ross and Angus
KING Who comes here?
MALCOLM The worthy Thane of Ross.
LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
ROSS God save the King!
KING Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
ROSS From Fife, great King,
Where the Norwegian banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. (1.2.45-50)
There’s just a moment, as Ross and Angus enter, when the audience can wonder: is this Macbeth and Banquo? Not yet, though (sorry, Ross and Angus, am sure you too are formidable warriors etc.), a bit more suspense and build-up to come. Another drip-feed of key words: this is the first use of thane, a title that does a lot to establish the Scottish setting, its distinctiveness and also its temporal distance (thane—thegn—is wholly archaic in an English context by this point; it denotes a high-ranking noble, equivalent to earl). What a haste looks through his eyes! Ross is agitated, impatient (has he entered running, even?) He’s full of urgency; so should he look that seems to speak things strange. But it’s not just urgent news that he’s bringing, it’s strange, unexpected, wonderful, even. (The idea of speaking things strange is quite unsettling, too. Uncanny.) More suspense. In spite of all this, Ross observes the formalities: God save the King! (He comes back again and again in the play as a kind of reliable functionary, not necessarily the quickest on the uptake.) He’s come from Fife (and we don’t know exactly where this conversation is taking place)—it’ll emerge later that Fife is Macduff’s territory (Macduff isn’t explicitly present in this scene: pet theory, the actor’s doubling the Captain). But the point is, that’s where the Norwegian power is. Is it a fleet, or an army? Unclear, but Ross’s description is vivid and chilling: the Norwegian banners flout the sky, there’s a sea of flags, high and defiant, aggressive, mocking. And they fan our people cold, chill them to the bone with fear, a rushing wind of impending slaughter. An uncanny description, as if the banners themselves are enough; no mention even of the warriors who bear them.