Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly; why then, alas,
Do I put up that womanly defence, 76
To say I have done no harm?
Enter Murderers.
What are these faces?
[First] Mur. Where is your husband?
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.
[First] Mur. He's a traitor. 80
Son. Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain.
[First] Mur. What! you egg.
Young fry of treachery! [Stabbing him.]
Son. He has killed me, mother:
Run away, I pray you! [Dies.]
[and pursued by the Murderers.]
Scene Three
[England. Before 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
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom; each new morn 4
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
81 shag-ear'd: hairy-eared
82 fry: spawn
4 Bestride: i.e., in its defence
birthdom: native land
