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. 
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!