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What had he done, to make him fly the land?
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What had he done, to make him fly the land?
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Macbeth. Time, thou anticipatest 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!--Where are these gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are.
Lady Macduff. What had he done, to make him fly the land?
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He had none:
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Our fears...
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He had none:
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
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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.
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Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in...
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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.
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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,
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.
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Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
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Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
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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
And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
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. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
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Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
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Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
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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.
Lady Macduff. Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
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What, with worms and flies?
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What, with worms and flies?
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Son. As birds do, mother.
Lady Macduff. What, with worms and flies?
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Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
The pitfall nor the gin.
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Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
The pitfall nor the gin.
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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.
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Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
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Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
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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?
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Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
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Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
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Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
Lady Macduff. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
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Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee....
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Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee.
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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.
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Ay, that he was.
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Ay, that he was.
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Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
Lady Macduff. Ay, that he was.
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Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
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Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
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Son. And be all traitors that do so?
Lady Macduff. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
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Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
But how wilt thou do for a father?
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Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
But how wilt thou do for a father?
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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?
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Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
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Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
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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!
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Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now
I am in th...
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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?
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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;
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.
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?
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I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
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I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
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First Murderer. Where is your husband?
Lady Macduff. I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
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