LADY MACD. What, with worms and flies? SON. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. LADY MACD. Poor bird! thou 'dst never fear the net, nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. SON. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. LADY MACD. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? SON. Nay, how will you do for a husband? LADY MACD. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. SON. Then you 'll buy 'em to sell again. 40 LADY MACD. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet, i' faith, With wit enough for thee. SON. Was my father a traitor, mother? LADY MACD. Ay, that he was. SON. What is a traitor? LADY MACD. Why, one that swears and lies. SON. And be all traitors that do so? LADY MACD. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. 50 SON. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? LADY MACD. Every one. SON. Who must hang them? LADY MACD. Why, the honest men. SON. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. LADY MACD. Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? 60 SON. If he were dead, you 'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. LADY MACD. Poor prattler! how thou talkest ! Enter a Messenger. MESS. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, 42 With all thy wit. And a poor allowance it is. 45 Ay, that he was-a traitor to me and you; hardly to Macbeth, as Gervinus explains it. Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. I dare abide no longer. LADY MACD. I have done no harm. 70 Heaven preserve you! Whither should I fly? But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, To say, I have done no harm? What are these faces? MUR. Where is your husband? LADY MACD. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Where such as thou mayst find him. MUR. He's a traitor. SON. Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain. Young fry of treachery! Run away, I pray you. 80 What, you egg? [Stabbing him. He has kill'd me, mother: [Dies. [Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying "Murder," and pursued by the Murderers. SCENE III.-England. A Room in the King's Palace. Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF. MAL. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. MACD. Let us rather, 66 I am perfect. Thoroughly acquainted with your rank and name. 72 Which is too nigh. Yet even this is too close at hand. 83 Shag-eared. Possibly 'shag-haired' (shock-headed), as Delius reads the word. Readers of Manzoni will remember the 'ciuffo,' or shock of hair, which marked the hired bravo in Italy. See 2 Hen. VI. iii. 1, 167—“A shag-haired crafty kern." 'Shag-eared' may however mean 'with hanging ears,' a natural enough term of contempt. Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out Like syllable of dolour. MAL. What I believe I'll wail; ΙΟ What know, believe; and, what I can redress, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, To appease an angry God. MACD. I am not treacherous. MAL. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon; 20 That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so. MACD. I have lost my hopes. MAL. Perchance, even there, where I did find my doubts. The word is 4 Birthdom. 'Birthright,' or native country. formed on the analogy of Christendom, heathendom, &c. 9 What know, believe. 'But I will believe nothing without clear evidence.' Malcolm has all the caution which his father, and even the wise Banquo, had so signally wanted: justifying his historic name of 'Ceanmor,' the great-head. 12 This tyrant. But then on the other hand you are a partisan of Macbeth, and may have turned as dishonest as he has; nay, you may be trying to win his favour by entrapping me. 15 Wisdom. Understand' were it.' 19 May recoil. Even a virtuous nature may bely itself and swerve when acting by a king's command. Yet I ought to beg your pardon; my thoughts will not alter what you are inwardly, nor does your fair outside show your spirit to be evil; for good spirits also are fair, though Satan, who fell, was fairer. 24 I have lost my hopes (which depended on your trusting me). 25 Perchance, even there. Is not what shakes your hope the same thing which shakes my confidence? Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, 30 Whatever I shall think. MACD. Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs, The title is affeer'd.—Fare thee well, lord: I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that 's in the tyrant's grasp, MAL. MACD. What should he be ? That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth 26 In that rawness. With so little forethought. 40 50 34 The title is affeered. From 'affeurer' (ad forum), to fix a market price; hence 'to affeer an amerciament' is to assess a fine when the law does not prescribe any particular sum; and, here, 6 to affeer a title' is to confirm it. 50 It is myself I mean. This singular scene is taken directly from the chroniclers. 'First,' says Malcolm in Holinshed, 'mine intemperance would be more importable to you than the bloudie tyrannie of Macbeth now is I am also the most avaritious creature in the world. I am furthermore inclined to dissimulation, telling of leasings and all kinds of deceit.' With my confineless harms. MACD. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils, to top Macbeth. MAL. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up All continent impediments would o'erbear, MACD. Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny; it hath been As will to greatness dedicate themselves, MAL. MACD. This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root 60 70 80 58 Luxurious. This word, as Abp. Trench in his 'Select Glossary' points out, has its sense of lascivious' from the Latin of the schoolmen, and is always so used by Shakspere. 71 Convey your pleasures. Give your desires the rein. |