All is but toys renown and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.

Donalbain. What is amiss?

You are, and do not know 't:

Macbeth.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

Is stopp'd, the very source of it is stopp'd.

Macduff. Your royal father 's murther'd.
Malcolm.

O, by whom?

Lennox. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't.

Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood;

So were their daggers, which unwip'd we found

Upon their pillows:

They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life
Was to be trusted with them.

Macbeth. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,

That I did kill them.

Macduff.

Wherefore did you so?

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Macbeth. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and fu

rious,

Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:

The expedition of my violent love

Outrun the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood,

And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murtherers,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make 's love known?

Lady Macbeth.

Macduff. Look to the lady.

Help me hence, ho!

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Malcolm. [Aside to Donalbain.] Why do we hold our

tongues,

That most may claim this argument for ours?

Donalbain. [Aside to Malcolm.] What should be spoken here, where our fate,

Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?

Let's away;

Our tears are not yet brew'd.

Malcolm. [Aside to Donalbain.] Nor our strong sorrow

Upon the foot of motion.

Banquo.

Look to the lady :

[Lady Macbeth is carried out.

And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,

And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us :
In the great hand of God I stand, and thence
Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight

Of treasonous malice.

Macduff.
All.

And so do I.

So all.

Macbeth. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together.

All.

Well contented.

[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.

Malcolm. 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.

Donalbain. 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.

Malcolm.

Hath not yet lighted,

This murtherous shaft that 's shot
and our safest way

Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;

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And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.

SCENE IV. Without the Castle.

Enter Ross and an old Man.

[Exeunt.

Old Man. 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.

Ross.

Ah, good father,

Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 't is day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.
Is 't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?

Old Man.

Even like the deed that 's done.

"T is unnatural,

On Tuesday last,

A falcon, towering in her pride of place,

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

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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

Ross. Is 't known who did this more than bloody deed? Macduff. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Ross.

What good could they pretend?

Macduff.

Alas, the day!

They were suborn'd:

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

Are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Ross.

'Gainst nature still:

Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up

Thine own life's means! Then 't is most like

The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macduff. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone

To be invested.

Ross.

Where is Duncan's body?

Macduff. Carried to Colme-kill,

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors
And guardian of their bones.

Ross.

Will

you to Scone?

Macduff. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Ross.

Well, I will thither.

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Macduff. Well, may you see things well done there: adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

Ross. Farewell, father.

Old Man. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

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[Exeunt.

Enter BANQUO.

Banquo. Thou hast it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all
As the weird women promis'd, and I fear

Thou play'dst most foully for 't. Yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity,

But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them-
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well

And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.