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The labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.

MACDUFF
I’ll make so bold to call,
For ’tis my limited service.
Exit.

LENNOX
Goes the King hence today?

MACBETH
He does; he did appoint so. [50]

LENNOX
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’the air, strange screams of death,

And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion and confused events
New-hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamoured the live-long night. Some say the earth

Was feverous and did shake.

MACBETH
’Twas a rough night.

LENNOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.

Enter Macduff.

MACDUFF
O horror, horror, horror! [60]

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!