MACDUFF: And I was away! My wife was killed too?
ROSS: I said she was.
MALCOLM: Take comfort, our great revenge shall be like a medicine to cure this deadly grief.
MACDUFF: He has no children! All my pretty little ones? Did you say all! Oh, hell-bird! What, all my little birds and their mother—gone in one fell swoop?
MALCOLM: Fight it like a man.
MACDUFF: I will. But I must also feel it like a man. I cannot stop remembering these things that were most precious to me. Did heaven watch this slaughter and refuse to send them help? Sinful Macduff, they are dead because of you! As wicked as I am, they were killed for my sins, not for their own. Heaven rest their souls now.