ROSS: I wish I could repay this happy news with good news of my own. But the words I bear should be howled out in the desert air, where none could hear it.
MACDUFF: Whom does your news concern? Does it affect all of us, or one man in particular?
ROSS: No decent man can keep from sharing in the sorrow, but my news affects you alone.
MACDUFF: If the news is mine, do not keep it from me. Quickly let me have it.
ROSS: I pray that your ears will not despise my tongue, which is about to speak the most dreadful words they have ever heard.
MACDUFF: I can guess what you will say.