What's the business,That such a hideous trumpet calls to parleyThe sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
Awake,awake!Ring the alarum bell.-Murder and treason!Banquo and Danalbain, Malcom awake!Shake off the downy sleep, death's counterfeit,And look on death itself. Up, up, and seeThe great doom's image. Malcolm, Banquo,As from your graves rise up and walk like spiritsTo countenance this horror.-Ring the bell
Had I but died an hour before this chance,I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instantThere's nothing serious in mortality.All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead.The wine of life is drawn, and the mere leesIs left this vault to brag of.
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't.
Your royal father's murdered
O, by whom?
Macduff just heard of the kings death and is gathering everyone to inform them of the loss of King Duncan
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,That I did kill them.
Wherefore did you so?
What should be spoken here, where our fate,Hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us?Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brewed
Why do we hold our tongues,That most may claim this argument for ours?
What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy. I’ll to England.