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ROSS . Would I could answer This comfort with the like ! But I have words That would be howl’d out in the desert air , Where hearing should not latch them . MACDUFF . What concern they ? The general cause ? or is it a fee - grief Due to some single breast ? ROSS . No mind that’s honest But in it shares some woe , though the main part Pertains to you alone . MACDUFF . If it be mine , Keep it not from me , quickly let me have it . ROSS . Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever , Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard . MACDUFF . Humh ! I guess at it . ROSS . Your castle is surpris’d ; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter’d . To relate the manner Were , on the quarry of these murder’d deer , To add the death of you . MALCOLM . Merciful heaven ! — What , man ! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows . Give sorrow words . The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’er - fraught heart , and bids it break . MACDUFF . My children too ? ROSS . Wife , children , servants , all That could be found . MACDUFF . And I must be from thence ! My wife kill’d too ? ROSS . I have said . MALCOLM . Be comforted : Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge , To cure this deadly grief . MACDUFF . He has no children . — All my pretty ones ? Did you say all ? — O hell - kite ! — All ? What , all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop ? MALCOLM . Dispute it like a man . MACDUFF . I shall do so ; But I must also feel it as a man : I cannot but remember such things were , That were most precious to me . — Did heaven look on , And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff , They were all struck for thee ! Naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on their souls : heaven rest them now ! MALCOLM . Be this the whetstone of your sword . Let grief Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart , enrage it . MACDUFF . O , I could play the woman with mine eyes , And braggart with my tongue ! — But , gentle heavens , Cut short all intermission ; front to front , Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself ; Within my sword’s length set him ; if he ’ scape , Heaven forgive him too ! MALCOLM . This tune goes manly . Come , go we to the King . Our power is ready ; Our lack is nothing but our leave . Macbeth Is ripe for shaking , and the powers above Put on their instruments . Receive what cheer you may ; The night is long that never finds the day . [ Exeunt . ] ACT V SCENE I . Dunsinane . A Room in the Castle . Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting - Gentlewoman . DOCTOR . I have two nights watched with you , but can perceive no truth in your report . When was it she last walked ? GENTLEWOMAN . Since his Majesty went into the field , I have seen her rise from her bed , throw her nightgown upon her , unlock her closet , take forth paper , fold it , write upon’t , read it , afterwards seal it , and again return to bed ; yet all this while in a most fast sleep .
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