Макбет
Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.
Ross:Yourcastleissurprised;yourwifeandbabes
Savagelyslaughter’d:torelatethemanner,
Were,onthequarryofthesemurder’ddeer,
Toaddthedeathofyou.
Malcolm:Mercifulheaven!
What,man!ne’erpullyourhatuponyourbrows;
Givesorrowwords:thegriefthatdoesnotspeak
Whisperstheo’er-fraughtheartandbidsitbreak.
Macduff:Mychildrentoo?
Ross:Wife,children,servants,all
Thatcouldbefound.
Macduff:AndImustbefromthence!
Mywifekill’dtoo?
Ross:Ihavesaid.
Malcolm:Becomforted:
Let’smakeusmedicinesofourgreatrevenge,
Tocurethisdeadlygrief.
Macduff:Hehasnochildren.Allmyprettyones?
Didyousayall?Ohell-kite!All?
What,allmyprettychickensandtheirdam
Atonefellswoop?
Malcolm:Disputeitlikeaman.
Macduff:Ishalldoso;
ButImustalsofeelitasaman:
Icannotbutremembersuchthingswere,
Thatweremostprecioustome.Didheavenlookon,
Andwouldnottaketheirpart?SinfulMacduff,
Theywereallstruckforthee!naughtthatIam,
Notfortheirowndemerits,butformine,
Fellslaughterontheirsouls.Heavenrestthemnow!