(Macduff) Here he comes.
Good morrow, noble sir.
(Macduff) For ‘tis my limited service.
Goes the king hence today?
(Macbeth) He did appoint so.
The night has been unruly. Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down and, as they say, lamenting heard in the air, strange screams of death, of dire combustion and confused events new hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird clamored the lifelong night. Some say the earth was feverous and did shake.
(Macbeth) Twas a rough night.
My young remembrance cannot parallel a fellow to in.
(Macbeth) The Life?
Mean you his majesty?
(Malcolm) Oh, by whom?
Those of his chamber, as it is seemed, had done it. Their hands and faces were all badged with blood. So were their daggers, which unwired we found upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted. No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
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Threescore and ten I can remember well, within the volume of which time I have seen hours dreadful and things strange, but his sore night hath trifled former knowings.
(Ross) When living light should kiss it?
‘Tis unnatural, even the deed that’s done. On Tuesday Last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
(Ross) Make war with mankind
‘Tis said that they eat each other.
(Ross) Farewell, father.
God’s benison go with you and with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes.
