ROSS: Your castle has been attacked; your wife and children savagely slaughtered. To tell you how would kill you, too, and add your body to the pile of murdered corpses.
MALCOLM: Merciful heaven!
No, no, friend—do not keep your grief hidden. Put your sorrow into words. The grief you keep inside you will whisper in your heart until it breaks.
MACDUFF: My children, too?
ROSS: Wife, children servants—anyone they could find.