Macbeth
’Twas a rough night.
Lennox
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
Macduff
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Macbeth Lennox
What’s the matter?
Macduff
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o’ the building!
Macbeth
What is’t you say? the life?
Lennox
Mean you his majesty?
Macduff
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves. Awake, awake!
Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
And look on death itself! up, up, and see
The great doom’s image! Malcolm! Banquo!