_ Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.
_Mal._ Merciful heaven!
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
_Macd._ My children too?
_Ross._ Wife, children, servants, all
That could be found.
_Macd._ And I must be from thence!
My wife kill'd too?
_Ross._ I have said.
_Mal._ Be comforted:
Let's makes us medicines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.
_Macd._ He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
_Mal_. Dispute it like a man.
_Macd._ I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
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