Ross: "And Dunacan's horses -- a thing most strange and certain-- beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make war with mankind"
Old Man: "'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, a falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed"
Old Man: "'Tis said they ate each other"
Ross: "They did so, to th' amazement of mine eyes that looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff."
Ross: "Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition, that will raven up thine own lives' means! Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth."
Macduff: "They were suborned. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them suspicion of the deed."
Ross: "Where is Duncan's body?"
Macduff: "Carried to Colmekill, the sacred storehouse of his predecessors, and guardian of their bones."
Ross: "Are you going to Scone?"
Ross: "Well, I'll go to Scone."
Macduff: "No, cousin, I'll to Fife"
Macduff: "Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu, lest our old robes sit easier than our new!"
Ross: "Farewell, father."
Old Man: "God's benison go with you and with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes."