Macb. He does: he did appoint so.
Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay,[4024] 50
Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,[4024]
Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death,[4024]
And prophesying with accents terrible[4025][4026]
Of dire combustion and confused events[4026][4027][4028]
New hatch'd to the woful time: the obscure bird[4026][4028][4029][4030]55
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth[4029]
Was feverous and did shake.[4029]
Macb. Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
Re-enter Macduff.[4031]
Macd. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart[4032][4033] 60
Cannot conceive nor name thee.[4032]
Macb. }
Len. } What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.
Macb. What is't you say? the life? 65
Len. Mean you his majesty?