MacDwarf News ROSS: Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter’d: to relate the manner, Were, on the 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’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 from thence! My wife kill’d too? ROSS: Gordon Bennett, yes, your wife, EVERYBODY’S DEAD!