Act 2, Scene 4
Outside Macbeth’s castle.
- Enter Rosse with an Old Man.
Old Man2 - 5
- Threescore and ten I can remember well,
- Within the volume of which time I have seen
- Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
- Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse6 - 12
- Ha, good father,
- Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
- Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day,
- And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.
- Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame,
- That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
- When living light should kiss it?
Old Man13 - 16
- ’Tis unnatural,
- Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last,
- A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place,
- Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at, and kill’d.
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- And Duncan’s horses (a thing most strange and certain),
- Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
- Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
- Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would make
- War with mankind.
- ’Tis said, they eat each other.
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- They did so—to th’ amazement of mine eyes
- That look’d upon’t.
- Enter Macduff.
- Here comes the good Macduff.
- How goes the world, sir, now?
- Why, see you not?
- Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
- Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Rosse31 - 32
- Alas the day,
- What good could they pretend?
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- They were suborned.
- Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons,
- Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them
- Suspicion of the deed.
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- ’Gainst nature still!
- Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
- Thine own live’s means! Then ’tis most like
- The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
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- He is already nam’d, and gone to Scone
- To be invested.
- Where is Duncan’s body?
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- Carried to Colmekill,
- The sacred store-house of his predecessors
- And guardian of their bones.
- Will you to Scone?
- No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.
- Well, I will thither.
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- Well, may you see things well done there: adieu,
- Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
- Farewell, father.
Old Man53 - 54
- God’s benison go with you, and with those
- That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
- Exeunt omnes.