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First Witch. Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
in his hand; BANQUO following.
and some I see
First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :—but why
[Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?—Let this pernicious
What's your grace's will?
No, my lord.
No, indeed, my lord.
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Fled to England !
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it: from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool: But no more sights! (57)—Where are these gentlemen ? Come, bring me where they are.
SCENE II. Fife. A room in Macduff's castle.
Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Ross. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land ? Ross. You must have patience, madam. L. Macd.
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.
L. Macd. 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,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
My dearest coz,
pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Ross. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
[Exit. 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?
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for a father?
L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and yet, i' faith, With wit enough for thee.
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
Son. What is a traitor ?
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?
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang
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.
will take a homely man's advice,
[Exit. L. Macd.
Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm ?- What are these faces ?
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified
He's a traitor.
What, you egg!
[Stabbing kim. Young fry of treachery! Son.
He has kill'd me, mother: Run away, I pray you!
[Dies. [Exit Lady Macduff, crying “Murder !” and
pursued by the Murderers.
Scene III. England. Before the King's palace.
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.
Let us rather
What I believe, I'll wail ;
Macd. I am not treacherous.
But Macbeth is.