Hurry, my son, let us escape
from these shadows.
I can feel an unknown sensation rising in my heart,
filled with sad foreboding and suspicion.
How the gloom falls
more and more darkly from heaven!
It was on a night like this
that they stabbed my lord Duncan.
A thousand feverish images
foretell misfortune to me
and cloud my thoughts
with phantoms and fears.
They go off into the park
Alas! Fly, my son! Treachery!
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