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Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward 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 my leave at once.
[Exit ROSSE. Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are My father is not dead, for all your saying. [not set for. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? [father? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Lady M. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet With wit enough for thee.
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother.
Son. What is a traitor?
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and 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,'
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I have done no harm.
[Exit Messenger. Whither should I fly?
But I remember now
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Mur. Where is your husband?
-What are these
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified,
He's a traitor.
He has kill'd me, mother:
Run away, I pray you.
Young fry of treachery?
[Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the Murderers.
1i. e. Though I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.
i. e. not to acquaint you with your danger.
3 Perhaps we should read shag-haired.
SCENE III.-England. A room in the King's
Enter MALCOLM and Macduff.
Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Let us rather
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
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; 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. e. Stand over and defend.
3 Perhaps we should read discern.
4 and 'tis wisdom.
5 i. e.recede from goodness in the execution of a royal commission. 6 cannot alter, affect. 7 must still wear its own gracious looks.
I have lost my hopes.
Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my Why in that rawness' left you wife, and child, [doubts. (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,
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of
What should he be?
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth
With my confineless harms.
Not in the legions
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd
I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden,' malicious, smacking of every sin
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne,
Mal. With this, there grows,
In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root;
The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear :
Of your mere own: All these are portable,3
With other graces weigh'd.
Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Nay, had I power, I should
provisions in plenty. Fh. Foison, plenty. 3 supportable.