Macbeth
Act IV, Scene 2
Fife. Macduff’s castle.
- Enter Macduff’s Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
Lady Macduff
1- What had he done, to make him fly the land?
Rosse
2- You must have patience, madam.
Lady Macduff
3 - 5- He had none;
- His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
- Our fears do make us traitors.
Rosse
6 - 7- You know not
- Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
Lady Macduff
8 - 16- 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.
- All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
- As little is the wisdom, where the flight
- So runs against all reason.
Rosse
17 - 29- My dearest coz,
- I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,
- He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
- The fits o’ th’ season. I dare not speak much further,
- But cruel are the times when we are traitors,
- And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
- From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
- 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
30- Father’d he is, and yet he’s fatherless.
Rosse
31 - 33- 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.
Lady Macduff
34 - 35- Sirrah, your father’s dead,
- And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son to Macduff
36- As birds do, mother.
Lady Macduff
37- What, with worms and flies?
Son to Macduff
38- With what I get, I mean, and so do they.
Lady Macduff
39 - 40- Poor bird, thou’dst never fear the net nor lime,
- The pitfall nor the gin.
Son to Macduff
41 - 42- Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
- My father is not dead, for all your saying.
Lady Macduff
43- Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for a father?
Son to Macduff
44- Nay, how will you do for a husband?
Lady Macduff
45- Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
Son to Macduff
46- Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
Lady Macduff
47 - 48- Thou speak’st with all thy wit, and yet, i’ faith,
- With wit enough for thee.
Son to Macduff
49- Was my father a traitor, mother?
Lady Macduff
50- Ay, that he was.
Son to Macduff
51- What is a traitor?
Lady Macduff
52- Why, one that swears and lies.
Son to Macduff
53- And be all traitors that do so?
Lady Macduff
54- Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hang’d.
Son to Macduff
55- And must they all be hang’d that swear and lie?
Lady Macduff
56- Every one.
Son to Macduff
57- Who must hang them?
Lady Macduff
58- Why, the honest men.
Son to Macduff
59 - 60- 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
61 - 62- Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a
- father?
Son to Macduff
63 - 64- 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
65- Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
- Enter a Messenger.
Messenger
66 - 74- Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
- Though in your state of honor 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;
- To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
- Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
- I dare abide no longer.
- Exit Messenger.
Lady Macduff
75 - 82- 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 defense,
- To say I have done no harm?
- Enter Murderers.
- What are these faces?
First Murderer
83- Where is your husband?
Lady Macduff
84 - 85- I hope, in no place so unsanctified
- Where such as thou mayst find him.
First Murderer
86- He’s a traitor.
Son to Macduff
87- Thou li’st, thou shag-ear’d villain!
First Murderer
88 - 89- What, you egg!
- Stabbing him.
- Young fry of treachery!
Son to Macduff
90 - 91- He has kill’d me, mother:
- Run away, I pray you!
- Dies.
- Exit Lady Macduff crying “Murder!” and pursued by the
- Murderers.