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Macbeth, IV. iii.

Is often laudable, to do good sometime

Accounted dangerous folly; why then, alas,

Do I put up that womanly defence,

To say I have done no harm?

What are these faces?

[First] Mur. Where is your husband?

L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified

Where such as thou mayst find him.

[First] Mur. He's a traitor.

Son. Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain.

[First] Mur. What! you egg.

Young fry of treachery!

Son. He has killed me, mother:

Run away, I pray you!

Exit [Lady Macduff] crying 'Murder,' [and pursued by the Murderers.]

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there

Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Macd. Let us rather

Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men

Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom; each new morn

New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows

Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds

 81 shag-ear'd: hairy-eared

82 fry: spawn  4 Bestride: i.e., in its defence

birthdom: native land

