Old Man

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.

Ross.

Ha, good father,

Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,

Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,

And yet dark night strangles the travelling 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 Man

'Tis unnatural,

Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

A falcon, towering in her pride of place,

Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Ross.

And Duncan's horses — a thing most strange and certain —

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make

War with mankind.

Old Man

'Tis said they eat each other.

Ross.

They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes

That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. Enter MACDUFF.

How goes the world, sir, now?

Macduff

Why, see you not?

Ross.

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Macduff

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Ross.

Alas, the day!

What good could they pretend?

Macduff

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.

Ross.

'Gainst nature still!

Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up

Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like

The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macduff

He is already named, and gone to Scone

To be invested.

Ross.

Where is Duncan's body?

Macduff

Carried to Colmekill,

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

And guardian of their bones.

Ross.

Will you to Scone?

Macduff

No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Ross.

Well, I will thither.

Macduff

Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

Ross.

Farewell, father.

Old Man

God's benison go with you; and with those

That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! Exeunt.