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Scene ill] Macbeth 47 And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion and confus'd events New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night : some say, the earth Was feverous and did shake. Macbeth. 'Twas a rough night. Lennox. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter Macduff Macduff. O horror, horror, horror ! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee. Macbeth. What's the matter? 50 Lennox Macduff. Confusion now hath made his mas- terpiece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Macbeth. What is't you say? the life? Lennox. Mean you his majesty? Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight W 7 ith a new Gorgon : do not bid me speak ; See, and then speak yourselves. [Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox. Awake, awake ! Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason !