What had he done to make him fly the land?

You must have patience, madam.

You must have patience, madam. He had none;

4.2.31715His flight was madness. When our actions do not,

4.2.41716Our fears do make us traitors.

Our fears do make us traitors. You know not

4.2.51718Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,

4.2.71720His mansion, and his titles, in a place

4.2.81721From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;

4.2.91722He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren,

4.2.101723The most diminutive of birds, will fight,

4.2.111724Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

4.2.121725All is the fear and nothing is the love;

4.2.131726As little is the wisdom where the flight

4.2.141727So runs against all reason.

So runs against all reason. My dearest coz,

4.2.151729I pray you school yourself. But for your husband,

4.2.161730He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

4.2.171731The fits o'th' season. I dare not speak much further,

4.2.181732But cruel are the times when we are traitors

4.2.191733And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor

4.2.201734From what we fear yet know not what we fear,

4.2.211735But float upon a wild and violent sea

4.2.221736Each way and none. I take my leave of you;

4.2.231737Shall not be long but I'll be here again.

4.2.241738Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward

4.2.251739To what they were before. [To Son] My pretty cousin,

4.2.261740Blessing upon you.

Fathered he is, 1742and yet he's fatherless.

I am so much a fool, should I stay longer

4.2.291744It would be my disgrace and your discomfort.

4.2.301745I take my leave at once.

I take my leave at once. Sirrah, your father's dead,

4.2.311747And what will you do now? How will you live?

As birds do, mother.

As birds do, mother. What, with worms and flies?

With what I get, I mean, and so do they.

Poor bird, 1752thou'dst never fear the net nor lime,

4.2.351753The pitfall, nor the gin.

The pitfall, nor the gin. Why should I, mother?

4.2.361755Poor birds they are not set for. 1756My father is not dead for all your saying.

Yes, he is dead. 1758How wilt thou do for a father?

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, 1763and yet i'faith with wit enough for thee.

Was my father a traitor, mother?

Ay, that he was.

What is a traitor?

Why, one that swears and lies.

And be all traitors that do so?

Every one that does so is a traitor 1770and must be hanged.

And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

Every one.

Who must hang them?

Why, the honest men.

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there 1776are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men 1777and hang up them.

Now God help thee, poor monkey. 1779But how wilt thou do for a father?

If he were dead, you'd weep for him; if you 1781would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly 1782have a new father.

Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

Bless you, fair dame. I am not to you known,

4.2.571786Though in your state of honor I am perfect;

4.2.581787I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.

4.2.591788If you will take a homely man's advice,

4.2.601789Be not found here. Hence with your little ones.

4.2.611790To fright you thus methinks I am too savage;

4.2.621791To do worse to you were fell cruelty,

4.2.631792Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you,

4.2.641793I dare abide no longer.

I dare abide no longer. Whither should I fly?

4.2.651795I have done no harm. But I remember now

4.2.661796I am in this earthly world where to do harm

4.2.671797Is often laudable, to do good sometime

4.2.681798Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,

4.2.691799Do I put up that womanly defense

4.2.701800To say I have done no harm?

To say I have done no harm? What are these faces?

Where is your husband?

I hope in no place so unsanctified

4.2.731805Where such as thou mayst find him.

Where such as thou mayst find him. He's a traitor.

Thou liest, thou shag-haired villain!

Thou liest, thou shag-haired villain! What, you egg!

4.2.751809Young fry of treachery!

Young fry of treachery! He has killed me, mother.

4.2.761811Run away, I pray you.