Enter MACDUFF'S WIFE, her SON, and ROSS.
LADY MACDUFF
1 What had he done, to make him fly the land?
ROSS
2 You must have patience, madam.
LADY MACDUFF
He had none;
3 His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
4 Our fears do make us traitors.
ROSS
You know not
5 Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
LADY MACDUFF
6 Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
7 His mansion and his titles in a place
8 From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
9 He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
10 The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
11 Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
12 All is the fear and nothing is the love;
13 As little is the wisdom, where the flight
14 So runs against all reason.
ROSS
My dearest coz,
15 I pray you, school yourself. But for your husband,
16 He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
17 The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further;
18 But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
19 And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour
20 From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
21 But float upon a wild and violent sea
22 Each way and none. I take my leave of you;
23 'Shall not be long but I'll be here again.
24 Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
25 To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
26 Blessing upon you!
LADY MACDUFF
27 Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
ROSS
28 I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
29 It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.
30 I take my leave at once.
Exit Ross.
LADY MACDUFF
Sirrah, your father's dead;
31 And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son
32 As birds do, mother.
LADY MACDUFF
What, with worms and flies?
Son
33 With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
LADY MACDUFF
34 Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
35 The pitfall nor the gin.
Son
36 Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
37 My father is not dead, for all your saying.
LADY MACDUFF
38 Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Son
39 Nay, how will you do for a husband?
LADY MACDUFF
40 Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son
41 Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
LADY MACDUFF
42 Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i' faith,
43 With wit enough for thee.
Son
44 Was my father a traitor, mother?
LADY MACDUFF
45 Ay, that he was.
Son
46 What is a traitor?
LADY MACDUFF
47 Why, one that swears and lies.
Son
48 And be all traitors that do so?
LADY MACDUFF
49 Every one that does so is a traitor, and
50 must be hanged.
Son
51 And must they all be hanged that swear
52 and lie?
LADY MACDUFF
53 Every one.
Son
54 Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF
55 Why, the honest men.
Son
56 Then the liars and swearers are fools, for
57 there are liars and swearers enow to beat
58 the honest men and hang up them.
LADY MACDUFF
59 Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But
60 how wilt thou do for a father?
Son
61 If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you
62 would not, it were a good sign that I should
63 quickly have a new father.
LADY MACDUFF
64 Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
Enter a MESSENGER.
Messenger
65 Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
66 Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
67 I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
68 If you will take a homely man's advice,
69 Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
70 To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
71 To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
72 Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
73 I dare abide no longer.
Exit Messenger.
LADY MACDUFF
Whither should I fly?
74 I have done no harm. But I remember now
75 I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
76 Is often laudable, to do good sometime
77 Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,
78 Do I put up that womanly defence,
79 To say I have done no harm?
Enter MURDERERS.
What are these faces?
First Murderer
80 Where is your husband?
LADY MACDUFF
81 I hope, in no place so unsanctified
82 Where such as thou mayst find him.
First Murderer
He's a traitor.
Son
83 Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain!
First Murderer
What, you egg!
[Stabbing him.]
84 Young fry of treachery!
Son
He has kill'd me, mother:
85 Run away, I pray you!
[Dies.]
Exit [Lady Macduff] crying "Murder!"
[and pursued by the Murderers].
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