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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, [10]

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 ate each other.

ROSS
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That looked upon’t.

Enter Macduff.

Here comes the good Macduff. [20]
How goes the world, sir, now?

MACDUFF
Why, see you not?

ROSS

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

MACDUFF