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All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
Macb. You are, and do not know it:
Macd. Your royal father's murder’d.
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't:
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Macd. Wherefore did you so ?
Lady M. Help me hence, ho !
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here,
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
[Lady Macbeth is carried out.
Macb. And so do I.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with
them : To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy : I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot,
SCENE IV.-Without the Castle.
Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well : Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock ’tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth intomb, When living light should kiss it ?
Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed, that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange
and certain) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff:
Mucd. Why, see you not ?
Rosse. Alas, the day !
Macd. They were suborn'd :
Rosse. 'Gainst nature still:
Macd. He is already nam’d; and gone to Scone,
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
Rosse. Will you to Scone?