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Scene ill] Macbeth 99 This comfort with the like! But I have words That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. Macduff. What concern they ? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast? Ross. No mind that's honest But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone. Macduff. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 200 Ross. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macduff. Hum ! I guess at it. Ross. Your castle is surpris'd ; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. 210 Macduff. My children too? Ross. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. 202. Which: antecedent?