Макбет

           LadyMacduff:Father’dheis,andyethe’sfatherless.

           Ross:Iamsomuchafool,shouldIstaylonger,

           Itwouldbemydisgraceandyourdiscomfort:

           Itakemyleaveatonce.

           Exit

           LadyMacduff:Sirrah,yourfather’sdead;

           Andwhatwillyoudonow?Howwillyoulive?

           Son:Asbirdsdo,mother.

           LadyMacduff:What,withwormsandflies?

           Son:WithwhatIget,Imean;andsodothey.

           LadyMacduff:Poorbird!thou’ldstneverfearthenetnorlime,

           Thepitfallnorthegin.

           Son:WhyshouldI,mother?Poorbirdstheyarenotsetfor.

           Myfatherisnotdead,forallyoursaying.

           LadyMacduff:Yes,heisdead;howwiltthoudoforafather?

           Son:Nay,howwillyoudoforahusband?

           LadyMacduff:Why,Icanbuymetwentyatanymarket.

           Son:Thenyou’llbuy’emtosellagain.

           LadyMacduff:Thouspeak’stwithallthywit:andyet,i’faith,

           Withwitenoughforthee.

           Son:Wasmyfatheratraitor,mother?

           LadyMacduff:Ay,thathewas.

           Son:Whatisatraitor?

           LadyMacduff:Why,onethatswearsandlies.

           Son:Andbealltraitorsthatdoso?

           LadyMacduff:Everyonethatdoessoisatraitor,andmustbehanged.

           Son:Andmusttheyallbehangedthatswearandlie?

           LadyMacduff:Everyone.

           Son:Whomusthangthem?

           LadyMacduff:Why,thehonestmen.