Макбет
Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.
Ross:WhenIcamehithertotransportthetidings,
WhichIhaveheavilyborne,thereranarumour
Ofmanyworthyfellowsthatwereout;
Whichwastomybeliefwitness’dtherather,
ForthatIsawthetyrant’spowera-foot:
Nowisthetimeofhelp;youreyeinScotland
Wouldcreatesoldiers,makeourwomenfight,
Todofftheirdiredistresses.
Malcolm:Be’ttheircomfort
Wearecomingthither:graciousEnglandhath
LentusgoodSiwardandtenthousandmen;
Anolderandabettersoldiernone
ThatChristendomgivesout.
Ross:WouldIcouldanswer
Thiscomfortwiththelike!ButIhavewords
Thatwouldbehowl’doutinthedesertair,
Wherehearingshouldnotlatchthem.
Macduff:Whatconcernthey?
Thegeneralcause?orisitafee-grief
Duetosomesinglebreast?
Ross:Nomindthat’shonest
Butinitsharessomewoe;thoughthemainpart
Pertainstoyoualone.
Macduff:Ifitbemine,
Keepitnotfromme,quicklyletmehaveit.
Ross:Letnotyourearsdespisemytongueforever,
Whichshallpossessthemwiththeheaviestsound
Thateveryettheyheard.
Macduff:Hum!Iguessatit.
