MACDUFF.
They were suborn’d.
Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons,
Are stol’n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
ROSS.
’Gainst nature still:
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
Thine own life’s means!—Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
MACDUFF.
He is already nam’d; and gone to Scone
To be invested.
ROSS.
Where is Duncan’s body?
MACDUFF.
Carried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
ROSS.
Will you to Scone?
MACDUFF.
No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.
ROSS.
Well, I will thither.
MACDUFF.
Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
ROSS.
Farewell, father.