ROSS.
They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes,
That look'd upon't.
Here comes the good Macduff.
[Enter Macduff.]
How goes the world, sir, now?
MACDUFF.
Why, see you not?
ROSS.
Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
MACDUFF.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
ROSS.
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
MACDUFF.
They were suborn'd:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
ROSS.
'Gainst nature still:
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means! — Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
MACDUFF.
He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone
To be invested.
