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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,
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort:
I take

leave at once.

[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.
L. Macd.

What, with worms and flies? Son. With what I

mean ;

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

a father?

get, I

Sirrah was not in our author's time a term of reproach.

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet

With wit enough for thee.
Son. Was


father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
Son. What is a traitor?
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
Son. And be all traitors, that do so?

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. Who must hang them ?
L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

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 :
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;
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.

[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

faces ?

Enter Murderers.

Mur. Where is your husband ?

L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified,
Where such as thou may'st find him.

He's a traitor.
Son. Thou ly’st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
What, you egg?

[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,

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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,
A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon;

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 :
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell :
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.

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!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy

Thy title is affeer'd! -Fare thee well, lord:
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
And the rich East to boot.

Be not offended:
I speak not as in an absolute fear of you.
I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here, from gracious England, have I offer
Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,
When I shall tread

upon the tyrant's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

*Legally settled by those who had the final adjudication.

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