Help! I can't figure out how to translate this and I have a huge project on it!?

Question

It's from Shakespeare's Macbeth:

My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself. But for you husband
He is noble, wise, judicious and best knows
The fits of the season. I dare not speak much further,
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves. When we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear
But float upon a wild and violent sea,
Each way and move. I take my leave of you.
Things at worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.

I also have to figure out the significance.

Answer 1

http://nfs.sparknotes.com/macbeth/

has the whole macbeth translation in plain english...

what your looking for is on this page http://nfs.sparknotes.com/macbeth/page_146.html

TRANSLATION:

My dearest relative, I'm begging you, pull yourself together. As for your husband, he is noble, wise, and judicious, and he understands what the times require. It's not safe for me to say much more than this, but times are bad when people get denounced as traitors and don't even know why. In times like these, we believe frightening rumors but we don't even know what we're afraid of. It's like being tossed around on the ocean in every direction, and finally getting nowhere. I'll say good-bye now. It won't be long before I'm back. When things are at their worst they have to stop, or else improve to the way things were before. My young cousin, I put my blessing upon you.

Answer 2

My dearest relative, I'm begging you, pull yourself together. As for your husband, he is noble, wise, and judicious, and he understands what the times require. It's not safe for me to say much more than this, but times are bad when people get denounced as traitors and don't even know why. In times like these, we believe frightening rumors but we don't even know what we're afraid of. It's like being tossed around on the ocean in every direction, and finally getting nowhere. I'll say good-bye now. It won't be long before I'm back. When things are at their worst they have to stop, or else improve to the way things were before. My young cousin, I put my blessing upon you.

I got that translation from this website:
http://nfs.sparknotes.com/macbeth/