Макбет

           Ross:Yourcastleissurprised;yourwifeandbabes

           Savagelyslaughter’d:torelatethemanner,

           Were,onthequarryofthesemurder’ddeer,

           Toaddthedeathofyou.

           Malcolm:Mercifulheaven!

           What,man!ne’erpullyourhatuponyourbrows;

           Givesorrowwords:thegriefthatdoesnotspeak

           Whisperstheo’er-fraughtheartandbidsitbreak.

           Macduff:Mychildrentoo?

           Ross:Wife,children,servants,all

           Thatcouldbefound.

           Macduff:AndImustbefromthence!

           Mywifekill’dtoo?

           Ross:Ihavesaid.

           Malcolm:Becomforted:

           Let’smakeusmedicinesofourgreatrevenge,

           Tocurethisdeadlygrief.

           Macduff:Hehasnochildren.Allmyprettyones?

           Didyousayall?Ohell-kite!All?

           What,allmyprettychickensandtheirdam

           Atonefellswoop?

           Malcolm:Disputeitlikeaman.

           Macduff:Ishalldoso;

           ButImustalsofeelitasaman:

           Icannotbutremembersuchthingswere,

           Thatweremostprecioustome.Didheavenlookon,

           Andwouldnottaketheirpart?SinfulMacduff,

           Theywereallstruckforthee!naughtthatIam,

           Notfortheirowndemerits,butformine,

           Fellslaughterontheirsouls.Heavenrestthemnow!