MACBETH: May the devil turn you black, you white-faced fool! Why do you look like a frightened goose?
SERVANT: There are ten thousand—
MACBETH: Geese, you idiot?
SERVANT: Soldiers, sir.
MACBETH: Go pinch your cheeks and color over your fear. you lily-livered boy! What soldiers, fool? Death to your soul! That pale face of yours will frighten others, as well. What soldiers, you milk-face?
SERVANT: The English army, sir.
MACBETH: Get out of my sight.