Макбет
Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.
Malcolm:Mycountryman;butyetIknowhimnot.
Macduff:Myever-gentlecousin,welcomehither.
Malcolm:Iknowhimnow.GoodGod,betimesremove
Themeansthatmakesusstrangers!
Ross:Sir,amen.
Macduff:StandsScotlandwhereitdid?
Ross:Alas,poorcountry!
Almostafraidtoknowitself.Itcannot
Becall’dourmother,butourgrave;wherenothing,
Butwhoknowsnothing,isonceseentosmile;
Wheresighsandgroansandshrieksthatrendtheair
Aremade,notmark’d;whereviolentsorrowseems
Amodernecstasy;thedeadman’sknell
Istherescarceask’dforwho;andgoodmen’slives
Expirebeforetheflowersintheircaps,
Dyingoreretheysicken.
Macduff:O,relation
Toonice,andyettootrue!
Malcolm:What’sthenewestgrief?
Ross:Thatofanhour’sagedothhissthespeaker:
Eachminuteteemsanewone.
Macduff:Howdoesmywife?
Ross:Why,well.
Macduff: Andallmychildren?
Ross:Welltoo.
Macduff:Thetyranthasnotbatter’dattheirpeace?
Ross:No;theywerewellatpeacewhenIdidleave’em.
Macduff:Butnotaniggardofyourspeech:howgoes’t?
