...quarry of these murder'd deer,8 To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; . Give sorrow words...o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? RogsS. Wife, children, servants, all That could be fqund. 6 should not latch them.] To latch any...

...quarry J of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not apeak. Whispers die o'er-franght heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Ijosse. Wife, children,...

...quarry of these murder'd deer,5 To add the death of you. " Mai. Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words...o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And 1 must be from thence ! My wife...

...simile amongst the feathered race. It is a fine touch, however, where Malcolm says, " What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ! Give sorrow words...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." MACBETH, act iv. scene X More of the externals of deep sorrow might, perhaps, be learnt from the visible...

...quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mai. Merciful heaven! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows : Give sorrow words...speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Ijn ;ik. Macd. My children too ? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And...

...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'cr-fraught heart, and bids it break. Mncdnff. My children too? Hossc. Wife, children, servants, all...

...quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief, that docs not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too ? Rosse....

...murther'd deer, To add the death of you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven ! — What, man! ne'er pull jour hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief,...Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macduff. My children too? Ross. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macduff. And I must...

...be praised. O honour, frail as life, thy fellow flow'r ; That is, when lost, no more to be redeem'd. Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,...Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Swset harmonist, and beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft,...

...grief that does not Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Macd. My children too? [break. Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all that could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence ! my Rosse. I have said. [wife kill'd too? Mai. Be comforted : Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,...