Scene IV. Outside Macbeth’s castle.

           EnterRossandanoldMan

           OldMan:ThreescoreandtenIcanrememberwell:

           WithinthevolumeofwhichtimeIhaveseen

           Hoursdreadfulandthingsstrange;butthissorenight

           Hathtrifledformerknowings.

           Ross:Ah,goodfather,

           Thouseest,theheavens,astroubledwithman’sact,

           Threatenhisbloodystage:bytheclock,’tisday,

           Andyetdarknightstranglesthetravellinglamp:

           Is’tnight’spredominance,ortheday’sshame,

           Thatdarknessdoesthefaceofearthentomb,

           Whenlivinglightshouldkissit?

           OldMan:’Tisunnatural,

           Evenlikethedeedthat’sdone.OnTuesdaylast,

           Afalcon,toweringinherprideofplace,

           Wasbyamousingowlhawk’datandkill’d.

           Ross:AndDuncan’shorses—athingmoststrangeandcertain—

           Beauteousandswift,theminionsoftheirrace,

           Turn’dwildinnature,broketheirstalls,flungout,

           Contending’gainstobedience,astheywouldmake

           Warwithmankind.

           OldMan:’Tissaidtheyeateachother.

           Ross:Theydidso,totheamazementofmineeyes

           Thatlook’dupon’t.HerecomesthegoodMacduff.

           EnterMacduff

           Howgoestheworld,sir,now?

           Macduff:Why,seeyounot?

           Ross:Is’tknownwhodidthismorethanbloodydeed?