Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
Though in your state of honour I am perfect. 65
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.[4418]
To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage;[4418]
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,[4419] 70
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer. [Exit.[4420]
L. Macd. Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now[4421]
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm[4422]
Is often laudable, to do good sometime 75
Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say I have done no harm?—What are these faces?[4423]
Enter Murderers.
First Mur. Where is your husband?[4424]
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified 80
Where such as thou mayst find him.
First Mur. He's a traitor.
Son. Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain![4425]
First Mur. What, you egg!
[Stabbing him.