MALCOLM: Let's seek some desolate, shady place where we can sit and weep our sad hearts out.
MACDUFF: Instead of crying, let us take our swords and defend our fallen homeland like honorable men.
Each day new widows howl, new orphans cry, and new sorrows slap heaven in the face, until it sounds like heaven itself feels Scotland's anguish and screams in pain.
MALCOLM: I will avenge whatever I believe is wrong, and I'll believe whatever I'm sure is true. And I'll put right whatever I can when the time comes.
You may speak the truth. This tyrant—simply speaking his name blisters my tongue—was once considered an honest man. You were close to him, Macduff, and he hasn't yet tried to harm you.
Perhaps you are trying to win favor with Macbeth by betraying me to him. It would be wise of you to offer me up to him, like a poor, innocent lamb being sacrificed for an angry god.