MACDUFF.
He did command me to call timely on him.
I have almost slipp’d the hour.
MACBETH.
I’ll bring you to him.
MACDUFF.
I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet ’tis one.
MACBETH.
The labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.
MACDUFF.
I’ll make so bold to call.
For ’tis my limited service.
[Exit Macduff.]
LENNOX.
Goes the King hence today?
MACBETH.
He does. He did appoint so.
LENNOX.
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of death,
And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion and confus’d events,
New hatch’d to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamour’d the live-long night. Some say the earth
Was feverous, and did shake.
MACBETH.
’Twas a rough night.