Into that very speech of sad Macduff:
“What! all my pretty chickens and their dam,
At one fell swoop!
Just when I’d bought a coop,
To see the poor lamented creatures cram!”
After a little of this mood,
And brooding over the departed brood,
With razor he began to ope each craw,
Already turning black, as black as coals;
When lo! the undigested cause he saw—