Ros.
How goes the world, sir, now?

Macduff.
Why see you not?

Ros.
Is't known, who did this more than bloody deed?

Macduff.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Ros.
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?^{1 note}

Macduff.
They were suborn'd:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Ros.
'Gainst nature still:
Thriftless ambition, that wilt raven up
Thine own life's means!—Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.(A)8Q0169

Macduff.
He is already named; and gone to Scone,
To be invested.

Ros.
Where is Duncan's body?

Macduff.
Carried to Colmes-kill;(B)8Q0170
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.

Ros.
Will you to Scone?

Macduff.
No, cousin, I'll to Fife. (crosses, L.)

Ros.
Well, I will thither.

Macduff.
Well, may you see things well done there:—adieu!—
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! [Exeunt Rosse, R., Macduff, L.

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