:51:00
- Goes the king hence today?
- He does. He did appoint so.
:51:04
The night has been unruly.
Our chimneys were blown down.
:51:08
And, as they say, lamentings heard
in the air, strange screams of death.
:51:14
Some say the earth was feverous.
:51:17
- 'Twas a rough night.
- Oh, horror!
:51:23
Horror, horror! Confusion now
hath made his masterpiece!
:51:27
Murder hath broke open
the Lord's anointed temple.
:51:31
- What is it you say?
- Mean you His Majesty?
:51:35
Do not bid me speak.
:51:38
See, and then speak yourselves.
:51:43
Awake!
:51:45
Awake! Ring the alarm bell!
:51:50
Murder and treason!
:51:53
Malcolm and Donalbain!
Banquo! Awake!
:51:58
Shake off this downy sleep, death's
counterfeit, and look on death itself!
:52:03
Up! Up!
And see the great doom's image.
:52:07
Fleance! Banquo!
Rise up as from your graves...
:52:12
...and walk like spirits
to countenance this horror.
:52:15
Ring the bell!