Seaton.
I can remember well,
Within the compass of which time I've seen
Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this one night
Has made that knowledge void.

Len.
Thou seest the Heavens, as troubled with mans act,
Threaten'd this bloudy day: by th'hour 'tis day,
And yet dark night does cover all the skie,
As if it had quite blotted out the Sun.
It's nights predominance, or the days shame
Makes darkness thus usurp the place of light.

Seat.
'Tis strange and unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done; on Tuesday last,

A Faulcon towring in her height of pride,
Was by a mousing Owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.

Len.
And Duncan's Horses, which before were tame,
Did on a sudden change their gentle natures,
And became wild; they broke out of their Stables,
As if they would make war with mankind.

Seat.
'Tis said they eat each other.

Len.
They did so,
To th'amazement of those eyes that saw it. Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good Macduff:
How goes the world, Sir, now?

Len.
Is't known who did this more than bloudy deed?

Macd.
Those that Macbeth hath slain are most suspected.

Len.
Alas, what good could they pretend?

Macd.
It is suppos'd they were suborn'd.
Malcolm and Donalbain, the Kings two Sons,
Are stoln away from Court,
Which puts upon them suspition of the deed.

Len.
Unnatural still.
Could their ambition prompt them to destroy
The means of their own life.

Macd.
You are free to judge
Of their deportment as you please; but most
Men think e'm guilty,

Len.
Then 'tis most like the Soveraignty will fall
Upon Macbeth.

Macd.
He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
To be invested.

Len.
Where's Duncan's body?

Macd.
Carried to Colmehill,
The sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,

Len.
Will you to Scone?

Macd.
No, Cousin, I'll to Fyfe:
My Wife and Children frighted at the Alar'm
Of this sad news, have thither led the way,
And I'll follow them: may the King you go
To see invested, prove as great and good
As Duncan was; but I'm in doubt of it.
New Robes nere as the old so easie sit. [Exeunt.

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