ACT IV SCENE II | Fife. Macduff's castle. | |
[Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS] |
LADY MACDUFF | What had he done, to make him fly the land? |
ROSS | You must have patience, madam. |
LADY MACDUFF | He had none: |
| His flight was madness: when our actions do not, |
| Our fears do make us traitors. |
ROSS | You know not |
| Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. |
LADY MACDUFF | Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, |
| His mansion and his titles in a place |
| From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; |
| He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, |
| The most diminutive of birds, will fight, | 10 |
| Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. |
| All is the fear and nothing is the love; |
| As little is the wisdom, where the flight |
| So runs against all reason. |
ROSS | 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
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| And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour |
| From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, | 20 |
| But float upon a wild and violent sea |
| Each way and move. I take my leave of you: |
| Shall not be long but I'll be here again: |
| Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward |
| To what they were before. My pretty cousin, |
| Blessing upon you! |
LADY MACDUFF | Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. |
ROSS | I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, |
| It would be my disgrace and your discomfort: |
| I take my leave at once. |
[Exit] |
LADY MACDUFF | Sirrah, your father's dead; | 30 |
| And what will you do now? How will you live? |
Son | As birds do, mother. |
LADY MACDUFF | What, with worms and flies? |
Son | With what I get, I mean; and so do they. |
LADY MACDUFF | Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, |
| The pitfall nor the gin. |
Son | Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. |
| My father is not dead, for all your saying. |
LADY MACDUFF | Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? |
Son | Nay, how will you do for a husband? |
LADY MACDUFF | Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. | 40 |
Son | Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. |
LADY MACDUFF | Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith, |
| With wit enough for thee. |
Son | Was my father a traitor, mother? |
LADY MACDUFF | Ay, that he was. |
Son | What is a traitor? |
LADY MACDUFF | Why, one that swears and lies. |
Son | And be all traitors that do so? |
LADY MACDUFF | Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. | 50 |
Son | And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? |
LADY MACDUFF | Every one. |
Son | Who must hang them? |
LADY MACDUFF | Why, the honest men. |
Son | Then the liars and swearers are fools, |
| for there are liars and swearers enow to beat |
| the honest men and hang up them. |
LADY MACDUFF | Now, God help thee, poor monkey! |
| But how wilt thou do for a father? | 60 |
Son | If he were dead, you'ld weep for |
| him: if you would not, it were a good sign |
| that I should quickly have a new father. |
LADY MACDUFF | Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! |
[Enter a Messenger] |
Messenger | Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, |
| Though in your state of honour I am perfect. |
| I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: |
| If you will take a homely man's advice, |
| Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. |
| To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; | 70 |
| To do worse to you were fell cruelty, |
| Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! |
| I dare abide no longer. |
[Exit] |
LADY MACDUFF | Whither should I fly? |
| I have done no harm. But I remember now |
| I am in this earthly world; where to do harm |
| Is 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? |
[Enter Murderers] |
| What are these faces? |
First Murderer | Where is your husband? | 80 |
LADY MACDUFF | I hope, in no place so unsanctified |
| Where such as thou mayst find him. |
First Murderer | He's a traitor. |
Son | Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain! |
First Murderer | What, you egg! |
[Stabbing him] |
| Young fry of treachery! |
Son | He has kill'd me, mother: |
| Run away, I pray you! |
[Dies] |
[
Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her
] |