The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Mal. O! by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: 108
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood;
So were their daggers, which unwip'd we found
Upon their pillows: they star'd, and were distracted;
No man's life was to be trusted with them. 112
Macb. O! yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: 116
The expedition of my violent love
Outran the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature 120
For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart 124
Courage to make 's love known?
Lady M. Help me hence, ho!
Macd. Look to the lady.
Mal. [Aside to Donalbain.] Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?
Don. [Aside to Malcolm.] What should be spoken 128
109 badg'd: labeled (i.e., as murderers)
117 expedition: haste
120 nature; cf. n.
123 breech'd: clothed in breeches
127 argument: topic
