And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature 119 For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make's love known? Lady M. Macd. Look to the lady. Help me hence, ho! Mal. [Aside to Don.] Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Don. [Aside to Mal.] What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? Our tears are not yet brew'd. Mal. [Aside to Don.] Nor our strong sorrow 130 Ban. Upon the foot of motion. Look to the lady: [Lady Macbeth is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work, Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand, and thence Macd. All. Of treasonous malice. And so do I. So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, All. Well contented. 140 [Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. 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 Mal. Shall keep us both the safer: where we are There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody. This murderous shaft that's shot 150 [Exeunt. Scene IV. Outside Macbeth's castle. Enter Ross with an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Ross. night Hath trifled former knowings. Ah, good father, Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. 'Tis unnatural, 10 Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Ross. 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 War with mankind. Old M. 'Tis said they eat each other. Ross. They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes, Ross. Is 't known who did this more than bloody deed? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Ross. What good could they pretend? Macd. Ross. Alas, the day! They were suborn'd : Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Ross. Where is Duncan's body? 30 Macd. Carried to Colme-kill, Ross. The sacred storehouse of his predecessors And guardian of their bones. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Ross. Will you to Scone ? Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there: adieu ! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Ross. Farewell, father. 40 Old M. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad and friends of foes! [Exeunt. Act Third. Scene I. Forres. The palace. Enter Banquo. Ban. Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, But that myself should be the root and father |