Enter LADY MACDUFF, her
SON, and ROSS
What had he done to make him fly the land?
You must have patience, madam.
His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
5Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
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,
10The 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.
15I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' th' season. I dare not speak much
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
20From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each 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
25To what they were before.—My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.