The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.


Macbeth (1606)


The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.

The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.

The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.

The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.