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leave of you:
My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further : But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way, and move. -I take
my Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up
ward To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you !
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
[Exit Rosse. L. Macd.
Sirrah,8 your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies? Son. With what I
and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,
nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are
not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for
Sirrah was not in our author's time a term of reproach.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie?
L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father ?
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.
L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect.“
6 I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly :
[E.xit Messenger. L. Macd.
Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Įs often laudable: to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas ! Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm? What are these
Mur. Where is your husband ?
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified,
He's a traitor.
[Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery? Son.
He has killed me, mother; Run away, I pray you.
[Dies. [Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder,
and pursued by the Murderers,
England. A Room in the King's Palace.
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.
Mal, Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Macd.
Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Bestride our downfall'n birthdom:7 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 yellid out Like syllable of dolour. Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail; What know, believe; and, what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, 8 I will. What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but
something You may
deserve of him through me; and wisdom To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, To appease an angry god.
Macd. I am not treacherous.
But Macbeth is,
7 Birthright. & Befriend. 9i.e. A good mind may recede from goodness in the execution of a royal commission.
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose :
I have lost my hopes. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my
doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,). Without leave taking ?-I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Be not offended:
upon the tyrant's head,
*Legally settled by those who had the final adjudication.