Was my father a traitor, mother?
Ay, that he was.
What is a traitor?
Why, one that swears and lies.
And be all traitors that do so?
Everyone that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
Who must hang them?
Why, the honest men.
Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars
and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.
Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt
thou do for a father?
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.
Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!
[Enter a Messenger.]
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.
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? — What are these faces?
Where is your husband?
I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
He's a traitor.
Thou liest, thou shag-haar'd villain!
What, you egg!
Young fry of treachery!
He has kill'd me, mother:
Run away, I pray you!
[Dies. Exit Lady Macduff, crying Murder, and pursued by the