| 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
                ] |