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Macbeth

Act II, Scene 4

Outside Macbeth's castle.
 
[Enter ROSS and an old Man]
 
OLD MAN
        ,              ,    ,          ,        ,
      Threescore^|and ten | I can | remem|ber well:
          ,         ,       ,           ,     2       ,
      Within | the vol|ume of | which time,| I have seen
        ,     ,                 ,      ,       .    T    T    T
      Hours dread/ful, and | things strange;| but this sore night
            ,        ,        ,
      Hath tri|fled for|mer know|ings.
 
ROSS
                                        ,         ,      2->
                                       Ha,| good fa||ther,
             ,            x           ,                ,    ,
      Thou seest | the heavens,| as trou|bled with / man's act,
        ,              ,       ,       2      ,           ,
      Threaten | his bloo|dy stage:| by the clock,| 'tis day,
       .   T    T    T       ,              ,     2      ,
      And yet dark night | strangles | the tra|velling lamp:
        2      ,          ,     ,                ,     ,
      Is it night's | predom|inance,| or the / day's shame,
             ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      That dark|ness does | the face | of earth | entomb,
            ,        ,                x
      When li|ving light | should kiss it?
 
OLD MAN
                                            ,      ,  2
                                          'Tis un|natural,
        2    ,          ,             ,         ,        ,
      Even like | the deed | that's done.| On Tues|day last,
         ,        ,    2    ,         ,          ,
      A fal|con, tow|ering in | her pride | of place,
       ,          ,        ,       ,               ,
      Was by | a mou|sing owl | hawked at | and killed.
 
ROSS
           ,         ,      2     ,             ,           ,        ->
      And Dun|can's hor|ses, (a thing | most strange,| and cer||tain)
        ,    3  3      ,          ,        ,           ,
      Beau|teous and swift,| the min|ions of | their race,
               ,        ,         ,              ,            ,
      Turned^wild | in na|ture, broke | their stalls,| flung^out,
          ,           ,       ,    2     ,       2        ,
      Conten|ding 'gainst | obe|dience, as | they would make
       ,      2      ,
      War with man|kind.
 
OLD MAN
                                  ,          ,         ,
                         'Tis | said they | eat each | other.
 
ROSS
            ,     ,    2         ,        ,          ,
      They did | so: to the | amaze|ment of | mine^eyes
              ,         x            ,           ,         ,
      That looked | upon it.| Here comes | the good | Macduff.
            ,          ,           ,
      How goes | the world | sir, now?
 
MACDUFF
                                        ,              ,
                                       Why, see | you not?
 
ROSS
        2     ,          ,           ,           ,       ,
      Is it known | who did | this more | than bloo|dy deed?
 
MACDUFF
        ,               ,           ,
      Those that | Macbeth | hath slain.
 
ROSS
                                           ,         ,
                                         Alas | the day,
             ,            ,         ,
      What good | could they | pretend?
 
MACDUFF
                                          ,              ,
                                        They were | suborned,
       ,     2       ,      ,          T     T    T
      Malcolm and | Donal|bain the | king's two sons
           ,     2  ,          ,            ,      ,         2->
      Are sto|len away | and fled;| which puts | upon || them
         ,        ,         ,
      Suspi|cion of | the deed.
 
ROSS
                                        ,        ,
                               'Gainst^na|ture still,
         ,            ,         ,          ,      ,
      Thriftless | ambi|tion, that | wilt ra|ven up
        T    T    T       ___           ,           ,
      Thine own life's | means:| Then 'tis | most like
           ,        ,           ,      ,        ,
      The sov|ereignty | will fall | upon | Macbeth.
 
MACDUFF
          ,      ,       ,           ,         ,
      He is | alrea|dy named,| and gone | to Scone
          ,      ,
      To be | inves|ted.
 
ROSS
                              x      ,          ,
                         Where is | Duncan's | body?
 
MACDUFF
       ,     2       ,
      Carried to | Colmekill*,  (pickup)
           ,        ,     ,     2       ,     ,
      The sa|cred store|house of his | prede|cessors,
            ,    2   ,           ,
      And guar|dian of | their bones.  (picked up)
 
ROSS
            ,         ,
      Will you | to Scone?
 
MACDUFF
                                ,         ,         ,
                           No* cou|sin, I'll | to Fife.
 
ROSS
       __    ,         ,
      Well,| I will | thither. (pickup)
 
MACDUFF
        ,             ,             ,            ,        ,
      Well may | you see | things^well | done* there:| adieu
                  ,    ,          ,   2    ,         ,
      Lest^our / old robes | sit ea|sier than | our new.
 
ROSS
            ,     ,
      Farewell,| father.  (picked up)
 
OLD MAN
        ,    ,              ,          ,           ,
      God's ben/ison go | with | you; and | with those
             ,            ,        ,           ,           ,
      That would | make good | of bad,| and friends | of foes.
 
[Exeunt]

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