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He had none: His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse.
You know not,
My dearest coz',
ther: 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 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!
— natural touch:) Natural sensibility. He is not touched with natural affection. Johnson.
• The fits o'the season.] What is most fitting to be done in every conjuncture.
- when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves;] When we are considered by the state as traitors, while at the same time we are unconscious of guilt; when we appear to others so different from what we really are, that we secm not to know ourselves.
when we hold rumour -] i. e. believe rumour,
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 my leave at once.
[Exit Rosse. L. Macd. Sirrah, 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 get, 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? 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
Son. Was my 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.
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.' 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.
[Exit Messenger. L. Macd.
Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm?-_What are these
Mur. Where is your husband?
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Where such as thou may'st find him.
- in your state of honour I am perfect.] i. e. I am perfectly acquainted with your rank of honour.
Shall we well meet them; that way are they com
What does the tyrant? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate
Now does he feel
Who then shall blame
Well, march on,
Or so much as it needs,
unrough youths,] i. e. smooth-faced, unbearded. 9 When all that is within him does condemn
Itself, for being there?] That is, when all the faculties of the mind are employed in self-condemnation.
the médecin -] i. e. physician. VOL. IV.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.
Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them fly
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
Enter a Servant.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon !
Serv. There is ten thousand-
fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
2 Shall never sagg with doubt,] To sag, or swag, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload.
loon!] At present this word is only used in Scotland, and signifies a base fellow.