1:47:05
What, man!
1:47:08
Ne'er put your hat upon your brows.
1:47:15
Give sorrow words.
1:47:21
My children too?
1:47:23
Wife, children, servants.
All that could be found.
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- And I must be from thence. My wife?
- I have said.
1:47:33
Be comforted. Let's make us
medicines of our great revenge...
1:47:37
...to cure this deadly grief.
1:47:40
He has no children.
1:47:45
All my pretty ones!
1:47:48
Did you say all?
1:47:51
Hell-kite! What, all my chickens
and their dam at one fell swoop?
1:47:56
Dispute it like a man.
1:47:59
I shall do so, but I must
also feel it as a man.
1:48:04
I cannot but remember
such things were...
1:48:09
...that were most precious to me.
1:48:12
Did the heaven look on
and would not take their part?
1:48:16
Sinful Macduff,
they were struck for thee.
1:48:19
Not for their own demerits, but for
mine, fell slaughter on their souls.
1:48:25
Heaven rest them now.
1:48:28
Be this the whetstone of your sword.
Let grief convert to anger.
1:48:34
Blunt not the heart, enrage it!
1:48:53
Gentle heavens,
cut short all intermission.
1:48:58
Front to front bring thou
this fiend of Scotland and myself.