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.

Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? / But yet I'll make assurance double sure, / And take a bond of fate.

I grant him bloody, / Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, / Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin / That has a name

’Tis his main hope; / For where there is advantage to be given, / Both more and less have given him the revolt, / And none serve with him but constrained things, / Whose hearts are absent too.

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