Макбет

           Macduff:ThosethatMacbethhathslain.

           Ross:Alas,theday!

           Whatgoodcouldtheypretend?

           Macduff:Theyweresuborn’d:

           MalcolmandDonalbain,theking’stwosons,

           Arestol’nawayandfled;whichputsuponthem

           Suspicionofthedeed.

           Ross:’Gainstnaturestill!

           Thriftlessambition,thatwiltravinup

           Thineownlife’smeans!Then’tismostlike

           ThesovereigntywillfalluponMacbeth.

           Macduff:Heisalreadynamed,andgonetoScone

           Tobeinvested.

           Ross:WhereisDuncan’sbody?

           Macduff:CarriedtoColmekill,

           Thesacredstorehouseofhispredecessors,

           Andguardianoftheirbones.

           Ross:WillyoutoScone?

           Macduff:No,cousin,I’lltoFife.

           Ross:Well,Iwillthither.

           Macduff:Well,mayyouseethingswelldonethere:adieu!

           Lestouroldrobessiteasierthanournew!

           Ross:Farewell,father.

           OldMan:God’sbenisongowithyou;andwiththose

           Thatwouldmakegoodofbad,andfriendsoffoes!

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