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 Our chimnies were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour'd the live-long night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake.

Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

These answers are not meant to be equivocal: they are signs neither of guiltiness nor innocence; they would be just as properly made by Macbeth,