MACBETH. Not yet. 

 MACDUFF. He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipp’d the hour. 

 MACBETH. I’ll bring you to him. 

 MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet ’tis one. 

 MACBETH. The labour we delight in physics pain. This is the door. 

 MACDUFF. I’ll make so bold to call. For ’tis my limited service. 

[Exit Macduff.]

Macduff

 LENNOX. Goes the King hence today? 

 MACBETH. He does. He did appoint so. 

 LENNOX. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say, Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of death, And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion and confus’d events, New hatch’d to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour’d the live-long night. Some say the earth Was feverous, and did shake. 

 MACBETH. ’Twas a rough night. 

 LENNOX. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. 

Enter Macduff.

Macduff

 MACDUFF. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee! 

 MACBETH, LENNOX. What’s the matter? 

 MACDUFF. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence The life o’ th’ building. 

 MACBETH. What is’t you say? the life? 

 LENNOX. Mean you his majesty? 

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