Page 2107 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MACDUFF

O gentle lady, [80]
’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.
The repetition in a woman’s ear

Would murder as it fell.

Enter Banquo.
O Banquo, Banquo!
Our royal master’s murdered.

LADY
Woe, alas!

What, in our house?

BANQUO

Too cruel, anywhere.
Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself
And say it is not so.

Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross.

MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance

I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instant
There’s nothing serious in mortality. [90]
All is but toys, renown and grace is dead,
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

Is left this vault to brag of.

Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.

DONALBAIN
What is amiss?

MACBETH
You are, and do not know’t.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopped, the very source of it is stopped.