All. Well contented.
[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them:[4067]
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.[4068]
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune[4069] 135
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are[4069]
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,[4069][4070]
The nearer bloody.[4069]
Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse;[4071] 140
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt.
Scene IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.[4072]
Enter Ross with an old Man.
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen[4073]
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Ross. Ah, good father,[4074]
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, 5
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day,[4075]
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:[4076]
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?