Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
Don. What is amiss?
Macb. You are, and do not know't:[4047][4048]
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood[4047]
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. 95
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Mal. O, by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't:[4049]
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;[4050]
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows:[4051] 100
They stared, and were distracted; no man's life[4051][4052]
Was to be trusted with them.[4051]
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.[4053]
Macd. Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,[4054] 105
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition of my violent love
Outrun the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan,[4055]
His silver skin laced with his golden blood,[4056]
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature 110
For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,[4057]
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make's love known?
Lady M. Help me hence, ho![4058] 115