All my pretty ones?

Did you say all?⁠—O hell kite! All?

What! all my pretty chickens, and their dam,

At one fell swoop!

All my pretty ones? Did you say all?⁠—O hell kite! All? What! all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop!

A pang of tameless grief wrenched every heart, a burst of despair was echoed from every lip.⁠—I had entered into the universal feeling⁠—I had been absorbed by the terrors of Rosse⁠—I reechoed the cry of Macduff, and then rushed out as from an hell of torture, to find calm in the free air and silent street.