Speeches (Lines) for Ross in "The Tragedy of Macbeth"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 2
  • God save the king!
  • God save the king!
  • Lennox. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
    That seems to speak things strange.

    Ross. God save the king!

2 I / 2
  • From Fife, great king;
    Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
    And fan...
  • From Fife, great king;
    Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
    And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
    With terrible numbers,
    Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
    The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
    Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
    Confronted him with self-comparisons,
    Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
    Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
    The victory fell on us.
  • Duncan. Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

    Ross. From Fife, great king;
    Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
    And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
    With terrible numbers,
    Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
    The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
    Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
    Confronted him with self-comparisons,
    Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
    Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
    The victory fell on us.

3 I / 2
  • That now
    Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
    Nor would we deig...
  • That now
    Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
    Nor would we deign him burial of his men
    Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
    Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
  • Duncan. Great happiness!

    Ross. That now
    Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
    Nor would we deign him burial of his men
    Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
    Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

4 I / 2
  • I'll see it done.
  • I'll see it done.
  • Duncan. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
    Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
    And with his former title greet Macbeth.

    Ross. I'll see it done.

5 I / 3
  • The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
    The news of thy success; and when h...
  • The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
    The news of thy success; and when he reads
    Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
    His wonders and his praises do contend
    Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
    In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
    He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
    Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
    Strange images of death. As thick as hail
    Came post with post; and every one did bear
    Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
    And pour'd them down before him.
  • Banquo. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

    Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
    The news of thy success; and when he reads
    Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
    His wonders and his praises do contend
    Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
    In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
    He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
    Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
    Strange images of death. As thick as hail
    Came post with post; and every one did bear
    Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
    And pour'd them down before him.

6 I / 3
  • And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
    He bade me, from him, call thee tha...
  • And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
    He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
    In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
    For it is thine.
  • Angus. We are sent
    To give thee from our royal master thanks;
    Only to herald thee into his sight,
    Not pay thee.

    Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
    He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
    In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
    For it is thine.

7 II / 4
  • Ah, good father,
    Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
    Th...
  • Ah, good father,
    Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
    Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
    And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
    Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
    That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
    When living light should kiss it?
  • 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.

    Ross. Ah, good father,
    Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
    Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
    And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
    Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
    That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
    When living light should kiss it?

8 II / 4
  • And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
    Beauteous and swift,...
  • And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
    Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
    Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
    Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
    War with mankind.
  • Old Man. 'Tis unnatural,
    Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
    A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
    Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

    Ross. And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
    Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
    Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
    Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
    War with mankind.

9 II / 4
  • They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
    That look'd upon't. Here comes th...
  • 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?
  • Old Man. 'Tis said they eat each other.

    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?

10 II / 4
  • Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
  • Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
  • Macduff. Why, see you not?

    Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

11 II / 4
  • Alas, the day!
    What good could they pretend?
  • Alas, the day!
    What good could they pretend?
  • Macduff. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

    Ross. Alas, the day!
    What good could they pretend?

12 II / 4
  • 'Gainst nature still!
    Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
    Thine own...
  • '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. 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.

13 II / 4
  • Where is Duncan's body?
  • Where is Duncan's body?
  • Macduff. He is already named, and gone to Scone
    To be invested.

    Ross. Where is Duncan's body?

14 II / 4
  • Will you to Scone?
  • Will you to Scone?
  • Macduff. Carried to Colmekill,
    The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
    And guardian of their bones.

    Ross. Will you to Scone?

15 II / 4
  • Well, I will thither.
  • Well, I will thither.
  • Macduff. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

    Ross. Well, I will thither.

16 II / 4
  • Farewell, father.
  • Farewell, father.
  • Macduff. Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
    Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

    Ross. Farewell, father.

17 III / 4
  • His absence, sir,
    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
    To...
  • His absence, sir,
    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
    To grace us with your royal company.
  • Macbeth. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
    Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
    Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
    Than pity for mischance!

    Ross. His absence, sir,
    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
    To grace us with your royal company.

18 III / 4
  • Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
  • Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
  • Macbeth. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
    Thy gory locks at me.

    Ross. Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

19 III / 4
  • What sights, my lord?
  • What sights, my lord?
  • Macbeth. Can such things be,
    And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
    Without our special wonder? You make me strange
    Even to the disposition that I owe,
    When now I think you can behold such sights,
    And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
    When mine is blanched with fear.

    Ross. What sights, my lord?

20 IV / 2
  • You must have patience, madam.
  • You must have patience, madam.
  • Lady Macduff. What had he done, to make him fly the land?

    Ross. You must have patience, madam.

21 IV / 2
  • You know not
    Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
  • You know not
    Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
  • Lady Macduff. He had none:
    His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
    Our fears do make us traitors.

    Ross. You know not
    Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

22 IV / 2
  • My dearest coz,
    I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
    He is...
  • My dearest coz,
    I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
    He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
    The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
    much further;
    But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
    And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
    From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
    But float upon a wild and violent sea
    Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
    Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
    Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
    To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
    Blessing upon you!
  • Lady Macduff. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
    His mansion and his titles in a place
    From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
    He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
    The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
    Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
    All is the fear and nothing is the love;
    As little is the wisdom, where the flight
    So runs against all reason.

    Ross. My dearest coz,
    I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
    He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
    The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
    much further;
    But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
    And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
    From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
    But float upon a wild and violent sea
    Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
    Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
    Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
    To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
    Blessing upon you!

23 IV / 2
  • I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
    It would be my disgrace and your...
  • I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
    It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
    I take my leave at once.
  • Lady Macduff. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.

    Ross. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
    It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
    I take my leave at once.

24 IV / 3
  • Sir, amen.
  • Sir, amen.
  • Malcolm. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
    The means that makes us strangers!

    Ross. Sir, amen.

25 IV / 3
  • Alas, poor country!
    Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
    Be call'd ou...
  • Alas, poor country!
    Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
    Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
    But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
    Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
    Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
    A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
    Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
    Expire before the flowers in their caps,
    Dying or ere they sicken.
  • Macduff. Stands Scotland where it did?

    Ross. Alas, poor country!
    Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
    Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
    But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
    Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
    Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
    A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
    Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
    Expire before the flowers in their caps,
    Dying or ere they sicken.

26 IV / 3
  • That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
    Each minute teems a new one.
  • That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
    Each minute teems a new one.
  • Malcolm. What's the newest grief?

    Ross. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
    Each minute teems a new one.

27 IV / 3
  • Why, well.
  • Why, well.
  • Macduff. How does my wife?

    Ross. Why, well.

28 IV / 3
  • Well too.
  • Well too.
  • Macduff. And all my children?

    Ross. Well too.

29 IV / 3
  • No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
  • No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
  • Macduff. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

    Ross. No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

30 IV / 3
  • When I came hither to transport the tidings,
    Which I have heavily borne, the...
  • When I came hither to transport the tidings,
    Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
    Of many worthy fellows that were out;
    Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
    For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
    Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
    Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
    To doff their dire distresses.
  • Macduff. But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

    Ross. When I came hither to transport the tidings,
    Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
    Of many worthy fellows that were out;
    Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
    For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
    Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
    Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
    To doff their dire distresses.

31 IV / 3
  • Would I could answer
    This comfort with the like! But I have words
    That w...
  • Would I could answer
    This comfort with the like! But I have words
    That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
    Where hearing should not latch them.
  • Malcolm. Be't their comfort
    We are coming thither: gracious England hath
    Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
    An older and a better soldier none
    That Christendom gives out.

    Ross. Would I could answer
    This comfort with the like! But I have words
    That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
    Where hearing should not latch them.

32 IV / 3
  • No mind that's honest
    But in it shares some woe; though the main part
    Pe...
  • No mind that's honest
    But in it shares some woe; though the main part
    Pertains to you alone.
  • Macduff. What concern they?
    The general cause? or is it a fee-grief
    Due to some single breast?

    Ross. No mind that's honest
    But in it shares some woe; though the main part
    Pertains to you alone.

33 IV / 3
  • Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
    Which shall possess them with...
  • Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
    Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
    That ever yet they heard.
  • Macduff. If it be mine,
    Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

    Ross. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
    Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
    That ever yet they heard.

34 IV / 3
  • Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
    Savagely slaughter'd: to relat...
  • 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.
  • Macduff. Hum! I guess at it.

    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.

35 IV / 3
  • Wife, children, servants, all
    That could be found.
  • Wife, children, servants, all
    That could be found.
  • Macduff. My children too?

    Ross. Wife, children, servants, all
    That could be found.

36 IV / 3
  • I have said.
  • I have said.
  • Macduff. And I must be from thence!
    My wife kill'd too?

    Ross. I have said.

37 V / 8
  • Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
    He only lived but till he was...
  • Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
    He only lived but till he was a man;
    The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
    In the unshrinking station where he fought,
    But like a man he died.
  • Malcolm. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

    Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
    He only lived but till he was a man;
    The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
    In the unshrinking station where he fought,
    But like a man he died.

38 V / 8
  • Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
    Must not be measured by...
  • Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
    Must not be measured by his worth, for then
    It hath no end.
  • Siward. Then he is dead?

    Ross. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
    Must not be measured by his worth, for then
    It hath no end.

39 V / 8
  • Ay, on the front.
  • Ay, on the front.
  • Siward. Had he his hurts before?

    Ross. Ay, on the front.

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