The castle of Macduff I will surprise; / Seize upon Fife; give to th' edge o' th' sword / His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls / That trace him in his line.

Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and babes / Savagely slaughter’d.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, / But certain issue strokes must arbitrate; / Towards which advance the war.

Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight, / Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

If thou be’st slain and with no stroke of mine, / My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.

I will not yield, / To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet, / And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.