Ross (cont.)
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you!
Lady Macduff
Father’d he is, and yet he’s fatherless.
Ross
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
I take my leave at once.
Exit.
Lady Macduff
Sirrah, your father’s dead:
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son
As birds do, mother.
Lady Macduff
What, with worms and flies?
Son
With what I get, I mean; and so do they.