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A Restoration Version of Act III 151
Macd. The farthest part of Scotland is too nigh.
La. Macd. Can You leave me, your Daughter and young
Son,
To perish by that Tempest which you shun.
When Birds of stronger Wing are fled away,
The Ravenous Kite do's on the weaker prey.
Macd. He will not injure you, he cannot be
Possest with such unmanly cruelty:
You will your safety to your weakness owe
As Grass escapes the Syth by being low,
Together we shall be too slow to fly :
Single, we may out-ride the Enemy.
I'll from the English King such Succours crave,
As shall revenge the Dead, and Living save.
My greatest misery is to remove,
With all the wings of haste from what I love.
La. Macd. If to be gone seems misery to you,
Good Sir, let us be miserable too.
Macd. Your Sex which here is your security,
Will by the toyls of flight your Danger be.
{Enter Messenger.
What fatal news do's bring thee out of breath?
Mess. Sir, Banquo's kill'd.
Macd. Then I am warn'd of Death.
Farewell; our safety, Us, a while must sever:
La. Macd. Fly, fly, or we may bid farewell for ever.
Macd. Flying from Death, I am to life unkind,
For leaving you, I leave my Life behind. {Exit.
La. Macd. Oh my dear Lord, I find now thou art gone,
1 am more valiant when unsafe alone,
My heart feels man-hood, it does Death despise,
Yet I am still a Woman in my eyes.
And of my Tears thy absence is the cause,
So falls the Dew when the bright Sun withdraws.
{Exeunt.