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While you perform your antic round,
vanish, with Hecate. Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious
accursed in the calendar ! Come in, without there!
Enter Lennox. Len.
What's your grace's will? Macb. Saw
the weird sisters ? Len.
No, my lord.
No indeed, my lord.
And damn'd all those that trust them ! I did hear
The galloping of horse: who was 't came by? 140 Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is filed to England. Macb.
Fled to England ! Len. Ay, my good lord. Macb. [ Aside] Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
Unless the deed go with it: from this moment
upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
cool: But no more sights !-Where are these gentlemen ? Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt.
Fife. Macduff's castle. Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Ross. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fy 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.
You know not
L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his
So runs against all reason.
My dearest coz,
Blessing upon you !
Ross. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
[Exit. L. Macd.
father's dead : 30 And what will you do now? How will you
live? Son. As birds do, mother. L. Macd.
What, with worms and flies ? Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. L. Macd. 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
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 any
40 Son. Then
you 'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee.
Son. And be all traitors that do so ?
50 Son. And must they all be hanged that swear
and lie ?
there are liars and swearers enow 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 ?
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. L. Macd. Poor prattler, how thou talk’st !
Enter a Messenger.
Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
will take a homely man's advice,