That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, MACDUFF And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, My children too? They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, ROSS Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! Wife, children, servants, all MALCOLM That could be found. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief MACDUFF Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. And I must be from thence! MACDUFF My wife kill'd too? O, I could play the woman with mine eyes ROSS And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, I have said. Cut short all intermission; front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; MALCOLM Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Be comforted: Heaven forgive him too! Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, MALCOLM To cure this deadly grief. This tune goes manly. MACDUFF Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; He has no children. All my pretty ones? Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above What, all my pretty chickens and their dam Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: At one fell swoop? The night is long that never finds the day. MALCOLM Exeunt Dispute it like a man. ACT V MACDUFF SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the castle. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman I cannot but remember such things were,
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 medicines 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. Ante-room in the castle. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman