Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.

           EnterMalcolmandMacduff

           Malcolm:Letusseekoutsomedesolateshade,andthere

           Weepoursadbosomsempty.

           Macduff:Letusrather

           Holdfastthemortalsword,andlikegoodmen

           Bestrideourdown-fall’nbirthdom:eachnewmorn

           Newwidowshowl,neworphanscry,newsorrows

           Strikeheavenontheface,thatitresounds

           AsifitfeltwithScotlandandyell’dout

           Likesyllableofdolour.

           Malcolm:WhatIbelieveI’llwail,

           Whatknowbelieve,andwhatIcanredress,

           AsIshallfindthetimetofriend,Iwill.

           Whatyouhavespoke,itmaybesoperchance.

           Thistyrant,whosesolenameblistersourtongues,

           Wasoncethoughthonest:youhavelovedhimwell.

           Hehathnottouch’dyouyet.Iamyoung;butsomething

           Youmaydeserveofhimthroughme,andwisdom

           Toofferupaweakpoorinnocentlamb

           Toappeaseanangrygod.

           Macduff:Iamnottreacherous.

           Malcolm:ButMacbethis.

           Agoodandvirtuousnaturemayrecoil

           Inanimperialcharge.ButIshallcraveyourpardon;

           Thatwhichyouaremythoughtscannottranspose:

           Angelsarebrightstill,thoughthebrightestfell;

           Thoughallthingsfoulwouldwearthebrowsofgrace,

           Yetgracemuststilllookso.

           Macduff:Ihavelostmyhopes.