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And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
Courage to make's love known?
Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. [Aside to Don.] Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours ?
where our fate,
Let’s away ;
Our tears are not yet brew'd. Mal. [Aside to Don.] Nor our strong sorrow 130
Upon the foot of motion. Ban.
Look to the lady:
[Lady Macbeth is carried out,
great hand of God I stand, and thence Against the undivulged pretence I fight
Of treasonous malice. Macd.
And so do I. All.
So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i’ the hall together. All.
Well contented. 140 [Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with
I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer : where we are
This murderous shaft that's shot
Outside Macbeth's castle.
Enter Ross with an old Man.
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well :
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Ah, good father,
When living light should kiss it?
'Tis unnatural, 10 Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last A falcon towering in her pride of place
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, Aung 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, That look'd
Here comes the good Macduff. 20 How goes the world, sir, now? Macd.
Why, see you not?
Alas, the day!
They were suborn'd :
'Gainst nature still:
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. .
To be invested. Ross.
Where is Duncan's body?
30 Macd. Carried to Colme-kill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors
And guardian of their bones.
to Scone ? Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Ross.
Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there : adieu !
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new !
and with those That would make good of bad and friends of foes !
Forres. The palace.
As the weird women promised, and I fear