The Tragedy of Macbeth

  LADY MACBETH. Is Banquo gone from court?  SERVANT. Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.  LADY MACBETH. Say to the King I would attend his leisure    For a few words.  SERVANT. Madam, I will. Exit.  LADY MACBETH. Nought's had, all's spent,    Where our desire is got without content.    'Tis safer to be that which we destroy    Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter Macbeth.

    How now, my lord? Why do you keep alone,    Of sorriest fancies your companions making,    Using those thoughts which should indeed have died    With them they think on? Things without all remedy    Should be without regard. What's done is done.  MACBETH. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.    She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice    Remains in danger of her former tooth.    But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,    Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep    In the affliction of these terrible dreams    That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,    Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,    Than on the torture of the mind to lie    In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;    After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.    Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,    Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,    Can touch him further.  LADY MACBETH. Come on,    Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;    Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.  MACBETH. So shall I, love, and so, I pray, be you.    Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;    Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:    Unsafe the while, that we    Must lave our honors in these flattering streams,    And make our faces vizards to our hearts,    Disguising what they are.  LADY MACBETH. You must leave this.  MACBETH. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!    Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.  LADY MACBETH. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.  MACBETH. There's comfort yet; they are assailable.    Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown    His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons    The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums    Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done    A deed of dreadful note.  LADY MACBETH. What's to be done?  MACBETH. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,    Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,    Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,    And with thy bloody and invisible hand    Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond    Which keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crow    Makes wing to the rooky wood;    Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,    Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.    Thou marvel'st at my words, but hold thee still:    Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.    So, prithee, go with me. Exeunt.

SCENE III. A park near the palace

Enter three Murtherers.

  FIRST MURTHERER. But who did bid thee join with us?  THIRD MURTHERER. Macbeth.  SECOND MURTHERER. He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers    Our offices and what we have to do    To the direction just.  FIRST MURTHERER. Then stand with us.    The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day;    Now spurs the lated traveler apace    To gain the timely inn, and near approaches    The subject of our watch.  THIRD MURTHERER. Hark! I hear horses.  BANQUO. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho!  SECOND MURTHERER. Then 'tis he; the rest    That are within the note of expectation    Already are i' the court.  FIRST MURTHERER. His horses go about.  THIRD MURTHERER. Almost a mile, but he does usually-    So all men do – from hence to the palace gate    Make it their walk.  SECOND MURTHERER. A light, a light!

Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch.

  THIRD MURTHERER. 'Tis he.  FIRST MURTHERER. Stand to't.  BANQUO. It will be rain tonight.  FIRST MURTHERER. Let it come down.                                           They set upon Banquo.  BANQUO. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!    Thou mayst revenge. O slave! Dies. Fleance escapes.  THIRD MURTHERER. Who did strike out the light?  FIRST MURTHERER. Wast not the way?  THIRD MURTHERER. There's but one down; the son is fled.  SECOND MURTHERER. We have lost    Best half of our affair.  FIRST MURTHERER. Well, let's away and say how much is done.Exeunt

SCENE IV. A Hall in the palace. A banquet prepared

Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.

  MACBETH. You know your own degrees; sit down. At first    And last the hearty welcome.  LORDS. Thanks to your Majesty.  MACBETH. Ourself will mingle with society    And play the humble host.    Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time    We will require her welcome.  LADY MACBETH. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,    For my heart speaks they are welcome.

Enter first Murtherer to the door.

  MACBETH. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.    Both sides are even; here I'll sit i' the midst.    Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure    The table round. [Approaches the door.] There's blood uponthy      face.  MURTHERER. 'Tis Banquo's then.  MACBETH. 'Tis better thee without than he within.    Is he dispatch'd?  MURTHERER. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.  MACBETH. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats! Yet he's good    That did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it,    Thou art the nonpareil.  MURTHERER. Most royal sir,    Fleance is 'scaped.  MACBETH. [Aside.] Then comes my fit again. I had else beenperfect,    Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,    As broad and general as the casing air;    But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in    To saucy doubts and fears – But Banquo's safe?  MURTHERER. Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,    With twenty trenched gashes on his head,    The least a death to nature.  MACBETH. Thanks for that.    There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled    Hath nature that in time will venom breed,    No teeth for the present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow    We'll hear ourselves again.                                                 Exit Murtherer.  LADY MACBETH. My royal lord,    You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold    That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis amaking,    'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;    From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;    Meeting were bare without it.  MACBETH. Sweet remembrancer!    Now good digestion wait on appetite,    And health on both!  LENNOX. May't please your Highness sit.The Ghost of Banquo enters and sits in Macbeth's place.  MACBETH. Here had we now our country's honor roof'd,    Were the graced person of our Banquo present,    Who may I rather challenge for unkindness    Than pity for mischance!  ROSS. His absence, sir,    Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your Highness    To grace us with your royal company?  MACBETH. The table's full.  LENNOX. Here is a place reserved, sir.  MACBETH. Where?  LENNOX. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your Highness?  MACBETH. Which of you have done this?  LORDS. What, my good lord?  MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake    Thy gory locks at me.  ROSS. Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is well.  LADY MACBETH. Sit, worthy friends; my lord is often thus,    And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.    The fit is momentary; upon a thought    He will again be well. If much you note him,    You shall offend him and extend his passion.    Feed, and regard him not-Are you a man?  MACBETH. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that    Which might appal the devil.  LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff!    This is the very painting of your fear;    This is the air-drawn dagger which you said    Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,    Impostors to true fear, would well become    A woman's story at a winter's fire,    Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!    Why do you make such faces? When all's done,    You look but on a stool.  MACBETH. Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo! How say you?    Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.    If charnel houses and our graves must send    Those that we bury back, our monuments    Shall be the maws of kites. Exit Ghost.  LADY MACBETH. What, quite unmann'd in folly?  MACBETH. If I stand here, I saw him.  LADY MACBETH. Fie, for shame!  MACBETH. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,    Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;    Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd    Too terrible for the ear. The time has been,    That, when the brains were out, the man would die,    And there an end; but now they rise again,    With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns,    And push us from our stools. This is more strange    Than such a murther is.  LADY MACBETH. My worthy lord,    Your noble friends do lack you.  MACBETH. I do forget.    Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.    I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing    To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;    Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.    I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,    And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.    Would he were here! To all and him we thirst,    And all to all.  LORDS. Our duties and the pledge.

Re-enter Ghost.

  MACBETH. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!    Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;    Thou hast no speculation in those eyes    Which thou dost glare with.  LADY MACBETH. Think of this, good peers,    But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other,    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.  MACBETH. What man dare, I dare.    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves    Shall never tremble. Or be alive again,    And dare me to the desert with thy sword.    If trembling I inhabit then, protest me    The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!    Unreal mockery, hence! Exit Ghost.    Why, so, being gone,    I am a man again. Pray you sit still.  LADY MACBETH. You have displaced the mirth, broke the goodmeeting,    With most admired disorder.  MACBETH. Can such things be,    And overcome us like a summer's cloud,    Without our special wonder? You make me strange    Even to the disposition that I owe    When now I think you can behold such sights    And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks    When mine is blanch'd with fear.  ROSS. What sights, my lord?  LADY MACBETH. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;    Question enrages him. At once, good night.    Stand not upon the order of your going,    But go at once.  LENNOX. Good night, and better health    Attend his Majesty!  LADY MACBETH. A kind good night to all!                        Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.  MACBETH. will have blood; they say blood will have blood.    Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;    Augures and understood relations have    By maggot pies and choughs and rooks brought forth    The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?  LADY MACBETH. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.  MACBETH. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person    At our great bidding?  LADY MACBETH. Did you send to him, sir?  MACBETH. I hear it by the way, but I will send.    There's not a one of them but in his house    I keep a servant feed. I will tomorrow,    And betimes I will, to the weird sisters.    More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,    By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good    All causes shall give way. I am in blood    Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,    Returning were as tedious as go o'er.    Strange things I have in head that will to hand,    Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.  LADY MACBETH. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.  MACBETH. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse    Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.    We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt.

SCENE V. A heath. Thunder

Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.

  FIRST WITCH. Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.  HECATE. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,    Saucy and overbold? How did you dare    To trade and traffic with Macbeth    In riddles and affairs of death,    And I, the mistress of your charms,    The close contriver of all harms,    Was never call'd to bear my part,    Or show the glory of our art?    And, which is worse, all you have done    Hath been but for a wayward son,    Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,    Loves for his own ends, not for you.    But make amends now. Get you gone,    And at the pit of Acheron    Meet me i' the morning. Thither he    Will come to know his destiny.    Your vessels and your spells provide,    Your charms and everything beside.    I am for the air; this night I'll spend    Unto a dismal and a fatal end.    Great business must be wrought ere noon:    Upon the corner of the moon    There hangs a vaporous drop profound;    I'll catch it ere it come to ground.    And that distill'd by magic sleights    Shall raise such artificial sprites    As by the strength of their illusion    Shall draw him on to his confusion.    He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear    His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.    And you all know security    Is mortals' chiefest enemy.                                        Music and a song within,                                         "Come away, come away."    Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,    Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me. Exit.  FIRST WITCH. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.Exeunt

SCENE VI. Forres. The palace

Enter Lennox and another Lord.

  LENNOX. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,    Which can interpret farther; only I say    Thing's have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan    Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead.    And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,    Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,    For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.    Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous    It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain    To kill their gracious father? Damned fact!    How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight,    In pious rage, the two delinquents tear    That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?    Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too,    For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive    To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,    He has borne all things well; and I do think    That, had he Duncan's sons under his key-    As, an't please heaven, he shall not – they should find    What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.    But, peace! For from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd    His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,    Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell    Where he bestows himself?  LORD. The son of Duncan,    From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,    Lives in the English court and is received    Of the most pious Edward with such grace    That the malevolence of fortune nothing    Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff    Is gone to pray the holy King, upon his aid    To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward;    That by the help of these, with Him above    To ratify the work, we may again    Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,    Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,    Do faithful homage, and receive free honors-    All which we pine for now. And this report    Hath so exasperate the King that he    Prepares for some attempt of war.  LENNOX. Sent he to Macduff?  LORD. He did, and with an absolute "Sir, not I,"    The cloudy messenger turns me his back,    And hums, as who should say, "You'll rue the time    That clogs me with this answer."  LENNOX. And that well might    Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance    His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel    Fly to the court of England and unfold    His message ere he come, that a swift blessing    May soon return to this our suffering country    Under a hand accursed!  LORD. I'll send my prayers with him.Exeunt

ACT IV. SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder

Enter the three Witches.

  FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.  SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.  THIRD WITCH. Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time."  FIRST WITCH. Round about the cauldron go;    In the poison'd entrails throw.    Toad, that under cold stone    Days and nights has thirty-one    Swelter'd venom sleeping got,    Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.  ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.  SECOND WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,    In the cauldron boil and bake;    Eye of newt and toe of frog,    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,    Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,    Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,    For a charm of powerful trouble,    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.  ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.  THIRD WITCH. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,    Witch's mummy, maw and gulf    Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,    Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,    Liver of blaspheming Jew,    Gall of goat and slips of yew    Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,    Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,    Finger of birth-strangled babe    Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,    Make the gruel thick and slab.    Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,    For the ingredients of our cawdron.  ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.  SECOND WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,    Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate to the other three Witches.

  HECATE. O, well done! I commend your pains,    And everyone shall share i' the gains.    And now about the cauldron sing,    Like elves and fairies in a ring,    Enchanting all that you put in.                              Music and a song, "Black spirits."                                                 Hecate retires.  SECOND WITCH. By the pricking of my thumbs,    Something wicked this way comes.    Open, locks,    Whoever knocks!

Enter Macbeth.

  MACBETH. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?    What is't you do?  ALL. A deed without a name.  MACBETH. I conjure you, by that which you profess    (Howeer you come to know it) answer me:    Though you untie the winds and let them fight    Against the churches, though the yesty waves    Confound and swallow navigation up,    Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down,    Though castles topple on their warders' heads,    Though palaces and pyramids do slope    Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure    Of nature's germaines tumble all together    Even till destruction sicken, answer me    To what I ask you.  FIRST WITCH. Speak.  SECOND WITCH. Demand.  THIRD WITCH. We'll answer.  FIRST WITCH. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,    Or from our masters'?  MACBETH. Call 'em, let me see 'em.  FIRST WITCH. Pour in sow's blood that hath eaten    Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten    From the murtherer's gibbet throw    Into the flame.  ALL. Come, high or low;    Thyself and office deftly show!Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head.  MACBETH. Tell me, thou unknown power-  FIRST WITCH. He knows thy thought:    Hear his speech, but say thou nought.  FIRST APPARITION. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff,    Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.                                                       Descends.  MACBETH. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;    Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more-  FIRST WITCH. He will not be commanded. Here's another,    More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: a bloody Child.

  SECOND APPARITION. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!  MACBETH. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.  SECOND APPARITION. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh toscorn    The power of man, for none of woman born    Shall harm Macbeth. Descends.  MACBETH. Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?    But yet I'll make assurance double sure,    And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live,    That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,    And sleep in spite of thunder.

Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned,

with a tree in his hand.

    What is this,    That rises like the issue of a king,    And wears upon his baby brow the round    And top of sovereignty?  ALL. Listen, but speak not to't.  THIRD APPARITION. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care    Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.    Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until    Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill    Shall come against him. Descends.  MACBETH. That will never be.    Who can impress the forest, bid the tree    Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!    Rebellion's head, rise never till the Wood    Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth    Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath    To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart    Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art    Can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever    Reign in this kingdom?  ALL. Seek to know no more.  MACBETH. I will be satisfied! Deny me this,    And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.    Why sinks that cauldron, and what noise is this?                                                       Hautboys.  FIRST WITCH. Show!  SECOND WITCH. Show!  THIRD. WITCH. Show!  ALL. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;    Come like shadows, so depart!    A show of eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand;                   Banquo's Ghost following.  MACBETH. Thou are too like the spirit of Banquo Down!    Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,    Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.    A third is like the former. Filthy hags!    Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!    What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?    Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more!    And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass    Which shows me many more; and some I see    That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry.    Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true;    For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,    And points at them for his. What, is this so?  FIRST WITCH. Ay, sir, all this is so. But why    Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?    Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,    And show the best of our delights.    I'll charm the air to give a sound,    While you perform your antic round,    That this great King may kindly say    Our duties did his welcome pay.                                    Music. The Witches dance and                                        then vanish with Hecate.  MACBETH. are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour    Stand ay accursed in the calendar!    Come in, without there!

Enter Lennox.

  LENNOX. What's your Grace's will?  MACBETH. Saw you the weird sisters?  LENNOX. No, my lord.  MACBETH. Came they not by you?  LENNOX. No indeed, my lord.  MACBETH. Infected be the 'air whereon they ride,    And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear    The galloping of horse. Who wast came by?  LENNOX. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word    Macduff is fled to England.  MACBETH. Fled to England?  LENNOX. Ay, my good lord.  MACBETH. [Aside.] Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits.    The flighty purpose never is o'ertook    Unless the deed go with it. From this moment    The very firstlings of my heart shall be    The firstlings of my hand. And even now,    To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:    The castle of Macduff I will surprise,    Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o' the sword    His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls    That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;    This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.    But no more sights! – Where are these gentlemen?    Come, bring me where they are. Exeunt.

SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Ross.

  LADY MACDUFF. What had he done, to make him fly the land?  ROSS. You must have patience, madam.  LADY MACDUFF. 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.  LADY MACDUFF. Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,    His mansion, and his titles, in a place    From 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 flight    So runs against all reason.  ROSS. My dearest coz,    I pray you, school yourself. But for your husband,    He is noble, wise, Judicious, and best knows    The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further;    But cruel are the times when we are traitors    And 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 sea    Each way and move. 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 MACDUFF. Father'd 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. Exit.  LADY MACDUFF. Sirrah, your father's dead.    And what will you do now? How will you live?  SON. As birds do, Mother.  LADY MACDUFF. What, with worms and flies?  SON. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.  LADY MACDUFF. Poor bird! Thou'ldst 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 not dead, for all your saying.  LADY MACDUFF. Yes, he is dead. How wilt thou do for father?  SON. Nay, how will you do for a husband?  LADY MACDUFF. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.  SON. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.  LADY MACDUFF. Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i'faith,    With wit enough for thee.  SON. Was my father a traitor, Mother?  LADY MACDUFF. Ay, that he was.  SON. What is a traitor?  LADY MACDUFF. Why one that swears and lies.  SON. And be all traitors that do so?  LADY MACDUFF. Everyone that does so is a traitor and must be     hanged.  SON. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?  LADY MACDUFF. Everyone.  SON. Who must hang them?  LADY MACDUFF. Why, the honest men.  SON. Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liarsand    swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.  LADY MACDUFF. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wiltthou 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.  LADY MACDUFF. Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

Enter a Messenger.