Macbethscript第四章.docxVIP

Enter LADY MACDUFF,a her SON, and ROSSLADY MACDUFF, her SON, and ROSS enter.LADY MACDUFFWhat did he do that made him flee this land?ROSSYou have to be patient, madam.LADY MACDUFFHe had none.His flight was madness. He was crazy to run away. When our actions do not,Our fears do make us traitors.ROSSYou know notWhether it was his wisdom or his fear that made him flee.LADY MACDUFFWisdom! ?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 her 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.ROSSMy dearest coz, I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,He is noble, wise, judicious, and he understands what the times require. I dare not speak much further; It’s not safe for me to say much more than this, but times are bad when people get denounced as traitors and don’t even know why. But cruel are the times when we are traitorsAnd do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor from what we fear, yet know not what we fear, but float upon a wild and violent seaEach way and none. I take my leave of you.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.LADY MACDUFFFathered he is, and yet he’s fatherless.ROSSI am so much a fool, should I stay longer. I’ll embarrass you and disgrace myself by crying. I take my leave at once.ExitROSS exits.LADY MACDUFFSirrah, your father’s dead. And what will you do now? How will you live?SONAs birds do, Mother.LADY MACDUFFWhat, with worms and flies?SONWith what I get, I mean, and so do they.LADY MACDUFFPoor bird! Thou ’dst never fear the net nor lime,The pitfall nor the gin.SONWhy should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.My father is not dead, for all your saying.LADY MACDUFFYes,