Explain the dramatic irony of these lines in Act IV, Scene III
1. Each new morn/New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows / Strike heaven on
the face, that it resounds / As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out / Like syllable of
dolor (IV.iii.4-8)
2. He hath not touched you yet (IV.iii.14)
3. No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'em (IV.iii. 180)