Macduff (cont.)
For ’tis my limited service.
Exit.
Lennox
Goes the king hence to-day?
Macbeth
He does: he did appoint so.
Lennox
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch’d to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.