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1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so. But why
you perform your antick round:
[The witches dance and vanish.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride,
Len.'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word,
Macb. Fled to England?.
Macb. Time, thou anticipatil my dread exploits :
SCENE, changes to Macduff's Castle at Fife.
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Roffe. L. Macd. HAT had he done, to make him fy the
L. Macd. He had none;
Refe. You know not,
Macd. Wisdom ? to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
Role. My dearek Cousin,
L. Macd. Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rolle. I am so much a fool, should I ftay longer,
[Exit Rolle, L. Masd. Şirrah, your father's dead,
And what will you do now? how will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
I mean, and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dit never fear the net, nor The pit-fall, nor the gin.
[lime : 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. Thou speak’t with all thy wit, and yet, With wit enough for thee,
[i' faith, Son. Was my 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 hang’d.
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that fwear and lie?
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd. 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. 2. Macd. Poor pratler ! how thou talk'it ?
Enter a Mesenger, Mel. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your itate of honour I am perfect;
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly.
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unfanctified,
Mur. He's a traitor.
[Stabbing himin Young fry of treachery?
Son. He 'as kill'd me, mother, Run away, pray you. [Exit L. Macduff, crying murder;
(Murderers pursue her.
OSCENE changes to the King of England's Palace.
Enter Malcolm and Macduff.
Mal. L'eep our fad bosoms emp?y.
Macd. Let us rather Hold faft the mortal sword; and, like good men, Beftride our downfal birth doom: each new morn, New widows howl, new orphans cry; new forrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out Like fyllables of dolour.
Mal. What I believe, l'll wail; What know, believe; and what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will. What you have spoke, it may be fo, perchance ; This tyrant, whose fole name blisters our tongue's, Was once thought honeft; you have lov'd him well, He hath not touch'd you yet. I'm young; but some
deserve of him through me, and wifdom To offer up a weak, poor, 'innocent lamb, T'appease an angry God.
Macd. I am not treacherous.
Mal. But Macbeth is.
Macd. I've lost my hopes. Mal. Perchance, ev’n there, where I did find my doubts Why in that rawness left you wife and children? 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 wrongs
I'm young, but fom.thing rou
тау discern of bim-tbrough me, &c.} If the whole tenour of the context could not have convinced our blind editors, that we ought to read deserve instead of difcern, (as I have corrected in the text,) yet Macduff's answer: fure, might have given them fome light ---I am. not treacberous. There is another passage, in which vice versa the fame error has been committed upon the other word: K. Lear. (old 4to in 1608)
an eye deserving Thine honour from thy fuff'ring, Where the sense evidently demands, discerninger