MACBETH.
Where are they? Gone?—Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—
Come in, without there!
Enter Lennox.
LENNOX.
What’s your Grace’s will?
MACBETH.
Saw you the Weird Sisters?
LENNOX.
No, my lord.
MACBETH.
Came they not by you?
LENNOX.
No, indeed, my lord.
MACBETH.
Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn’d all those that trust them!—I did hear
The galloping of horse: who was’t came by?
LENNOX.
’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is fled to England.
MACBETH.
Fled to England!