Stands Scotland where it did?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.