Old Man
’Tis said they eat each other.
Ross
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That look’d upon’t. Here comes the good Macduff.
Macduff
Why, see you not?
Ross
Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
Macduff
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Ross
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
Macduff
They were suborn’d:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king’s two sons,
Are stol’n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
Ross
’Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life’s means! Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.