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90 Macbeth [Act iv First Murderer. What, you egg ! [Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery! Son. He has kill'd me, mother : Run away, I pray you! [Dies. [Exit Lady Macduff, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her. The Second Counterplot Scene Scene III. England. Before the king's palace Enter Malcolm and Macduff Malcolm. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Macduff. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down- fallen birthdom : each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out Like syllable of dolour. Malcolm. What I believe, I'll wail ; What know, believe ; and what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will. 10 What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well ;