Len.
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret farther: only, I say,
Things have been strangely born: The gracious Duncan
Was pity'd of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
(Whom you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled) Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought,14Q0516 how monsterous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has born all things well: and I do think,
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, ^note
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not) they should find ^note
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But, peace; for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,

Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lor.
The son ^note of Duncan,14Q0517
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in ^note the English court; and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff
Is gone; to pray the holy king, on his ^note aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward:
That, by the help of these, (with Him above,
To ratify the work) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate ^note the king ^note, that he
Prepares for some attempt. ^note

Len.
Sent he to Macduff?

Lor.
He did: and, with an absolute Sir,-not-I,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.

Len.
And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
His message ere he come; that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country ^note,
Under a hand accurst!

Lor.
I'll send my prayers with him. [Exeunt.

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