Macbeth IV, iii
All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? -- O hell-kite! -- All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
English translation of the Italian aria:
Oh my children!
You have all been killed by that tyrant, together with your poor
Ah, did I leave a mother and her children in the clutches of that
Alas, a father's hand was not there to shield you, my dear ones, from the treacherous assassins who put you to death.
And in vain you called on me, a fugitive, in hiding, with your last gasp, with your last breath.
Lord, bring me face to face with this tyrant, and if he escapes me let your merciful arms open to him.