ROSS: Where sighs, groans, and shrieks tear the air, but no one notices; where violent sorrow is an ordinary emotion. When the funeral bells ring, people scarcely bother asking who has gone. Good men die before the flowers in their cap wilt; they die even before they sicken.
MACDUFF: Oh, this report seems too poetic, and yet too true!
MALCOLM: What is the most recent news?
ROSS: Even news an hour old is old news. Every minute another awful thing happens.
MACDUFF: How is my wife?
ROSS: She is well.
MACDUFF: And all my children?
ROSS: They are well, too.