Donalbain
What is amiss?
Macbeth
You are, and do not know’t:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d.
Macduff
Your royal father’s murder’d.
Malcolm
O, by whom?
Lennox
Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done’t:
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows:
They stared, and were distracted; no man’s life
Was to be trusted with them.
Macbeth
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,