Scene II. Fife. Macduff’s castle.

           EnterLadyMacduff,herSon,andRoss

           LadyMacduff:Whathadhedone,tomakehimflytheland?

           Ross:Youmusthavepatience,madam.

           LadyMacduff:Hehadnone:

           Hisflightwasmadness:whenouractionsdonot,

           Ourfearsdomakeustraitors.

           Ross:Youknownot

           Whetheritwashiswisdomorhisfear.

           LadyMacduff:Wisdom!toleavehiswife,toleavehisbabes,

           Hismansionandhistitlesinaplace

           Fromwhencehimselfdoesfly?Helovesusnot;

           Hewantsthenaturaltouch:forthepoorwren,

           Themostdiminutiveofbirds,willfight,

           Heryoungonesinhernest,againsttheowl.

           Allisthefearandnothingisthelove;

           Aslittleisthewisdom,wheretheflight

           Sorunsagainstallreason.

           Ross:Mydearestcoz,

           Iprayyou,schoolyourself:butforyourhusband,

           Heisnoble,wise,judicious,andbestknows

           Thefitso’theseason.Idarenotspeakmuchfurther;

           Butcruelarethetimes,whenwearetraitors

           Anddonotknowourselves,whenweholdrumour

           Fromwhatwefear,yetknownotwhatwefear,

           Butfloatuponawildandviolentsea

           Eachwayandmove.Itakemyleaveofyou:

           ShallnotbelongbutI’llbehereagain:

           Thingsattheworstwillcease,orelseclimbupward

           Towhattheywerebefore.Myprettycousin,

           Blessinguponyou!