Macbeth Lines

Start What had he done, to make him fly the land
Ross – “You must have patience, madam” He had none:His flight was madness: when our actions do not,Our fears do make us traitors
Ross – “You know not Whether it was his wisdom or his fear” Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles in a placeFrom 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 the nest, against the owl.All is the fear and nothing is the love;As little is the wisdom where the flightSo runs against all reason
Ross – “….. 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!” Father’s he is, and yet he’s fatherless
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” Sirrah, your father’s dead;And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son – “As birds do mother” What, with worms and flies?
Son – “With what I get, I mean; and so do they” Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin
Son – “Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is dead, for all your saying Yes he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Son – “Nay, how will you do for a husband?” Why, I can buy me twenty at any marker
Son – “Then you’ll buy’em to sell again” Thou speak’st with all thy wit: and yet, i’faith,With wit enough for thee
Son – “Was my father a traitor, mother?” Ay, that he was
Son – “What is a traitor” Why, one that swears and lies
Son – “And be all traitors that do so?” Every one that does so is a traitor,and must be hanged
Son – “And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?” Every one.
Son – “Who must hang them?” Why, the honest men
Son – “Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang them up” Now, God help thee, poor monkey!But how wilt thou do for a father?
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” Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
Messenger – “…..To do worse to you were fell cruelty, which is too nigh to 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 harmIs often laudable, to do good sometimeAccounted 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?
First Murderer – “Where is your husband?” I hope, in no place so unsanctionedWhere such as thou mayst find him
(Killing stuff) Son – “He has kill’d me mother:Run away I pray you! (Dies) Murder! (Dies)

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