Len.
Is not that Donalbain and young Flean, Banquo's Son?

Don.
Who is this my worthy Friend?

Len.
I by your presence feel my hopes full blown.
Which hither to have been but in the Bud.
What happy Gale has brought you here to see
Your Fathers Death Reveng'd?

Don,
Hearing of Aid sent by the English King,
To check the Tyrants Insolence; I am come
From Ireland:

Flea.
And I from France, we are but newly met.

Don.
Where's my Brother?

Len.
He and the good Macduff are with the Army
Behind the Wood.

Don.
What do's the Tyrant now?

Len.
He strongly Fortifies in Dunsinane;
Some say he is Mad, others, who love him less,

Call it a Valiant Fury; but what e're
The matter is, there is a Civil War
Within his Bosom; and he finds his Crown
Sit loose about him: His Power grows less,
His Fear grows greater still.

Don.
Let's haste and meet my Brother,
My Interest is grafted into his,
And cannot grow without it.

Len.
So may you both out-grow unlucky Chance,
And may the Tyrant's Fall that Growth Advance. [Exeunt.

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