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Well contented.
Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.

MALCOLM
What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.

DONALBAIN
To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are
There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The nea’er in blood
The nearer bloody.

MALCOLM

This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse, [140]
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking
But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft

Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Ross with an Old Man.

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,