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-haar'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, and pursued by the
Murderers.]
