And look on death itself. Up, up, and see
The great doom's image. Malcolm! Banquo!77
As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites78
79 To countenance this horror.
Bell rings. Enter Lady [Macbeth].
LADY MACBETH What's the business,
80 That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
MACDUFF O gentle lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition in a woman's ear
Would murder as it fell.
Enter Banquo. O Banquo, Banquo, Our royal master's murdered!
LADY MACBETH Woe, alas—
What, in our house?
BANQUO Too cruel anywhere.
Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself
And say it is not so.
Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross.
MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
90 I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant 91 There's nothing serious in mortality: 92 All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead, 93 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees 94 Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
DONALBAIN
What is amiss?
MACBETH You are, and do not know't.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopped, the very source of it is stopped.
MACDUFF
Your royal father's murdered.
MALCOLM O, by whom?