From Act 2, Scene 3:
LENNOX:
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
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.
MACBETH: 'Twas a rough night.
From Act 4, Scene 1:
Second Apparition: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
MACBETH: Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
From Act 4, Scene 2:
LADY MACDUFF: Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Son: Nay, how will you do for a husband?
LADY MACDUFF: Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son: Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
2 comments:
Which reminds of something I'll have to dig out of Beowulf
I'm curious to see it, Tom...
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