Macduff (cont.)
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Ross
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.
Macduff
Hum! I guess at it.
Ross
Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughter’d: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder’d deer,
To add the death of you.
Malcolm
What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak