ACT 2
Scene 4

...no mercy left.
Enter Ross with an Old Man.
Threescore and ten I can remember well,
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.

...should kiss it?
’Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last
A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

...war with mankind.
’Tis said they eat each other.

...new. Farewell, father.
God’s benison go with you and with those
That would make good of bad and friends of foes.
All exit.