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Lady M.

O proper stuff!

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, This is the very painting of your fear:

When mine are blanch'd 'with fear. This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Rosse.

What sights, my lord? Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse (Impostors to true fcar,) would well become

and worse; A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

Question enrages hím : at once, good night :Anthoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Stand not upon the order of your going, Why do you make such faces ? When all's done, But go at once. You look but on a stoul.


Good night, and better health Mach. Pr'ytkee, see there! behold! look! lo! Attend his majesty! how'say you?

Lady M.

A kind good night to all ! Why, what care I? If thou canst ned, speak to0.

(Exeunt Lords and attendants. If charnel-houses, aud our graves, musi send Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will Thuse that we bury, back, our inonuments

have blood : Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. Stones have been known to move, and trees to

Lady M. Whai! quite unmann'd in folly ? speak;
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.

Augurs, and understood relations, have
Lady M.

fie, for shame! By magot-pies,' and choughs, and rooks, brought Nacó. Blood hath been shed eré now, i'the forth olden time,

The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

is which. Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies That, when the brains were out the man would die,

his person, And ihere an end; but now, they rise again, At our great bidding ? With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Lady M.

Did you send to him, sir? And push us from our stools : This is more strange Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : Than such a murder is.

There's not a one of them, but in his house Ludy M.

My worthy lord, I keep a servant seed. I will to-morrow Your noble friends do lack you.

(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: Macb.

I do forget : More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Do not muse? at me, my most worthy friends; By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good, I have a strange intirmity, which is nothing All causes shall give way. I am in blood To those that know me. Come, love and health Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, to all;

Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Then I'll sit down:

-Give me some wine, fill Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep: Ghost rises.

Macb. Come, we'll 10 sleep: My strange and And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;

self-abuse Wouid he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :And all to all.

We are yet but young in deed.

(Ereicnt. Lorils. Our duties, and the pledge. Nach. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the SCENE V.-The healh. Thunder. Enler Ho earth hide thee!

cate, meeting the three Witches, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

angerly. Which thou dost glare with!

Hec. Have I not reason, bedlams, as you are Laly M.

Think of this, good peers, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare But as a thing of custom : 'lis no other;

To trade and traffic with Macbeih, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

In riddles and affairs of death;
Macb. What man dare, I dare:

And I, the mistress of your charms,
Anproach thou bke the rugged Russian bear, The close contriver of all harms,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the livrean tiger, Was never call'd to bear my pari,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Or show the glory of our art ?
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again,

And, which is worse, all you have done
And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Hath been but for a wayward son,
If trembling I inhibits thee, piotest me

Spiteful, and wrathful, who, as others do,
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Loves for his own ends, not for you.

(Ghost disappears. Eut make amends now: Get you gone, Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, so ;-being gone, And at the pit of Acheron, I am a man agiin.--- Pray you, sit 'still. Meet me i'the morning; ihither he Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Will come to know his destiny. the good meetins,

Your vessels, and your spells, provide, With most admir'd disorder.

Your charms, and every ihing beside : Macb.

Can such things be, I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
And overcomes us like a summer's cloud,

Unto a dismul-fatal end.
Without our special wonder? You make me strange Great business must be wrought ere noon.
Even to the disposition that I owe,

Upon the corner of the moon
When now I think you can behold such sights, There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;10
(1) Sudden gusts.
(2) Wonder,

(8) An individual. (9) Examined nicely. 3) i. e. All good wishes to all. (4) Forbid. (10) i. e. A drop that has deep or hidden qual(5) Pass cycr. (6) Possess. (7) Magpies. Ities.

back again.

Pll catch it ere it come to ground:

May soon return to this our suffering country And that, distill'd by magic slights,

Under a hand accura'd ! Shall raise such artificial sprites,


My prayers with him! As, by the strength of their illusion,

Shall draw him on to his confusion :
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:

And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

SCENE I.A dark cade. In the middle « cout 1
Song. (Within.] Come away, come away, fc. dron boiling. Thunder. Enter three Witches.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

I Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mes'd Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Erit. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. I Wilch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be 3 Witch. Harper cries:—'Tis time, 'tis time.

(Exeunt. i Witch. Round about the cauldron go; SCENE VI.-Fores. A room in the palace. En- In the poison'd entrails throw. ter Lenox and another Lord.

Toad, that under coldest stone,

Days and nights hast thirty-one Len. My former speeches have but hit your Swelter'd' venom sleeping got, thoughts,

Boil thou first i'the charmed pot ! Which can interpret further : only, I say,

All. Double, double toil and trouble ;
Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead : In the cauldron boil and bake :
And the right-valiant Banquo walk's too late ;. Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, Wool of bat, and tongue or dog,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, For a charm of powerful troublo,
To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, AU. Double, double toil and trouble,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; Witches' mummy; maw, and gull,“
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, of the ravin'ds sali-sea shark;
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark;
He has borne all things well: and I do think, Liver of blaspheming Jew;
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key Gall of goat, and slips of yer,
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
But, peace !-for from broad words, and 'cause he Diten-deliver'd by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab:
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell For the ingredients of our cauldron. Where he bestows himself?

AU. Double, double toil and trouble;

The son of Duncan, Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Lives in the English court; and is received Then the charm is firm and good.
of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches,
Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains ;
Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid

And every one shall share i'the gains.
To wake Northuinberland, and warlike Siward : And now about the cauldron sing,
That by the help of these (with Him above Like elves and fairies in a ring,
To ratify the work,) we may again

Enchanting all that you put in.
Give to our table meat, sleep to our nights;

SONG. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ;;

Black spirits and white, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,'

Red spirits and grey; All which we pine for now: And this report

Mingle, mingle, mingle,
Hath so exasperateż the king, that he

You that mingle may.
Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff? Something wicked this way comes :

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I, Open, locks, whoever knocks.
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time

Enter Macbeth.
That clogs me with this answer.

Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid-
And that well might

night hags: Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance What is't you do ? His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel All.

A deed without a name.
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
His message cre he come; that a swift blessing (3) This word is employed to signify that the

animal was hot, and sweating with venom, although
(1) Honours freely bestowed.

sleeping under a cold stone. (2) For exasperuled.

(4) The throat. (5) Ravenous. (6) Entrails.


Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Shall come against him.

(Descends. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Macb.

That will never be; Against the churches; though the yesty' waves Who can impress the forest ;' bid the tree Confound and swallow navigation up;

Unfix his earih-bound root ? sweet bodemnents! good! Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood down;

or Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Though castles toppled on their warders' heads; Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart Their heads to their foundations; though the trea- Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me, (if your art

Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever
Of nature's germins* tumble all together, Reign in this kingdom ?
Even till destruction sicken, answer me


Seek to know no more. To what I ask you.

Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, I Witch. Speak.

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know! 2 Witch.


Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? 3 Witch. We'll answer.

(Hautboys. I Wilch. Say, if thou'd'st rather hear it from our 1 Witch. Show! mouths,

2 Witch. Show! Or from our masters'?

3 Witch. Show! Macb.

Call them, let me see them. AU. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
I Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

Come like shadows, so depart.
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw

Eight Kings appear, and pass coer the stage in

order; the last with a glass in his hand; BanInto the fame. AU. Come, high, or low;

quo following Thyself, and office, deftlys show.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;

down! Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:--And thy hair, Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :1 Witch.

He knows thy thought ; A third is like the former :-Filihy hags! Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Why do you show me this?-A fourth?-Start, eyes! App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware What! will the line stretch out to the crack of Macduff;

doom? 10 Beware the thane of Fife. -Dismiss me:- Enough. Another yet?-A seventh ?--I'll see no more:

(Descends. And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Macb. Whale'er thou art, thy good caution, Which shows me many more ; and some I see, thanks;

That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry : Thou hast harp'de my fear aright :-But one word Horrible sight!--Ay, now, I see, 'tis true;

For the blood-bolterd Banquo'smiles upon me, I Wilch. He will not be commanded : Here's And points at them for his.-IV hat, is this so ? another,

i Wilch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But wby More polent than the first.

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And show the best of our delights;

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,"
App. Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth!- I'll charm the air to give a sound,
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

While you perform your antique round:

Be bloody, bold, That this great king inay kindly say,
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, Our duties did his welcome pay.
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.

(Descends. Macb. Where are they ? Gone ?-Let this perni. Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of cious hour thee?

Stand are accursed in the calendar!
But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, Come in, without there !
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,

Enter Lenox.
And sleep in spite of thunder. What is this,


What's your grace's will ? Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with

Macb. Saw you the wierd sisters ?

No, my lord. a tree in his hand, rises.

Macb. Came they not by you ? That rises like the issue of a king;


No, indeed, my lord. And wears upon his baby brow the round

Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And top of sovereignty ?"

And damn'd, all those that trust them !-1 did hear AU.

Listen, but speak not. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by ? App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Len. 'Tis two or thrce, iny lord, that bring you Who chases, who frets, or where conspirers are :

word, Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

(7) The round is that part of a crown which en(1) Frothy. (2) Laid flat by wind or rain. circles the head: the top is the ornament which (3) Tumble.

rises above it. (4) Seeds which have begun to sprout.

(8) Who can command the forest to serve him 15) Adroitly.

like a soldier impressed ? e) Touch'd on a passion as a harper touches a (9) Music. (10) The dissolution of nature. string.

(11) Besmeared with blood. (12) i. e. Spirits,


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Macduff is Bed to England.

L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for Macb. Fled to England ?

a father? Len. Ay, my good lord.

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Macb. Time thou anticipat'st! my dread ex L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at szeg plois :

market. The nighty purpose never is o'ertook,

Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and The firstlings of my heart shall be

yet, i'laith, The firstlings of my hand. And even now With wit enough for thee. To crown my thoughts with acis, be it thought Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? and done :

L. Macu. Ay, that he was. The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;

Son. What is a traitor ? Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Son. And be all traitors, that do so ? That traced his line. No boasting like a fool; L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : and must be hanged. But no more sights !-Where are these gentlemen ? Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear Come, bring me where they are.

(Exeunt. and lie ?

L. Macd. Every one. SCENE II.--Fife. A room in Macduft's castle.

Son. Who must hang them? Enter Laily Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.

L. Macd. Why, the honest men. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him dy Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : fer the ?

there are liars and swearers enough to beat the Rosse. You must have patience, madam. honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd.

He had none: L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey? His fight was madness: When our actions do not, But how will thou do for a father? Our fears do make us traitors."

Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you Rosse

You know not, would not, it were a good sign thai I should quickWhether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

ly have a new faiher. L. Nacid. Wisdom to leave his wife, to leave L. Macd. Poor pratiler! how thou talk'st ! his babes.

Enter a Messenger, His mansion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not ; Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you He wants the natural touch :: for the poor wren,

known, The most diininutive of birds, will fight,

Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. I doubi, some danser does approach you nearly : All is the fear, and nothing is the love;

If you will take a homely man's advice, As little is the wisdom, where the flight

Be not found here ; hence, with your little ones. So runs against all reason.

To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; Russe.

My dearest coz',

To do worse to you, were sell cruelly, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, which is loo nigh your person. Heaven preservo He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

vou ! The fils o'the season. I dare not speak much I dare abide no longer.

(Erit Messenger. further :

L. Macd.

Whither should I dy? But cruel are the limes, when we are traitors,

I have done no harm. But I remember now And do not know ourselves ; when we hold rumour ! am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;

Is often laudable: to do good, sometime,
But lloat upon a wild and violent sea,

Accounted dangerous solly: Why then, alas!
Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you : Do I put up that womanly desence,
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :

To say I have done no harm ? What are these Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up

faces ? ward

Enter Murderers,
To what they were before. -My pretty cousin, Mur. Where is your husband ?
Blessing "pon vou!

L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Where such as thou may'st find him.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Mur.

He's a traitor,
It wou'd be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
I take my leave at once.
(Exit Rosse. Mur.

Whal, vou egg? L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;

(Stabbing him, And what will you do now? How will you live? Young fry of treachery? Son. As birds do, mother.


He has killed me, mother ;
L. Macii.
What, with worms and flies ? Run away, I prav vou.

(Dies. Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

(Exil Laily Macduff, crying murder, L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,

and pursued by the Murderers. nor lime, The pit-rall, nor the gin.

SCENE III.-England. -A room in the King's Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they

palace. Enter Malcolm and Macduff. are not set for.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and My father is not dead, for all your saying.

there (1) Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. (4) Natural affection. (2) Follow.

(5) Sirrab was not in our author's time a term (3) e. Our light is considered as evidence of of reproach. vor treason.

(6)' I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.

Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd.

Let us rather Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, That has a name: But there's no botiom, none, Bestride our downfallin birthdom :' Each new In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, morn,

Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows The cistern of my lust; and my desire
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out That did oppose my will : Belter Macbeth,
Like syllable of dolour.

Than such a one to reign.
What I believe, I'll wail ; Macd.

Boundless intemperance
What know, believe; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
As I shall find the time to friend, 2 I will. The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, To take upon you what is yours: you may
Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink.

We have willing dames enough; there cannot be You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom That vulture in you, to devour so many To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, As will to greatness dedicate themselves, To appease an angry god.

Finding it so inclin'd. Mrcd. I am not treacherous.


With this, there grows, Mal,

But Macbeth is. In my most ill-compos'd affection, such A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

A stanchless avarice, that were I king, In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ; I should cut off the nobles for their lands; That which vou are, my thoughts cannot transpose: Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : And my more-having would be as a sauce Though all things foul would wear the brows of To make me hunger more; that I should forge grace,

Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Yet rrace must still look so.

Destroying ihem for wealth.
I have lost my hopes. Macd.

This avarice Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root my doubts.

Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Why in that rawness left you wife and child The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Scotland hath soysons' to fill up your will, Without leave-laking ?-I pray, you,

of your mere own. All these are portable, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, With other graces weigh’d. Bit mine own safelies:--You may be rightly just, Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming Whatever I shall think.

graces, Macd.

Bleed, bleed, poor country! As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, wrongs,

I have no relish of them ; but abound Thy title is affeer'd.^_Fare thee well, lord : In the division of each several crime, I would not be the villain that thou think'st Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, And the rich east to boot.

Uproar the universal peace, confound Mal.

Be not offended : All unity on earth. I speak not as in absolute fear of you.


O Scotland! Scotland ! I think, our country sinks bencath the yoke ; Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash I am as I have spoken. Js added to her wounds: I think, withal,


Fit to govern!
There would be hands uplifted in my right; No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,
And here, from gracious England, have I offer With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
Or goodly thoisands: But, for all this,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ?
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Since that the truest issue of thy throne
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,
Shall have more vices than it had before; And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal father
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee,
By him that shall succeed.

Onner upon her knees ihan on her feet,

What should he be ? Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Mal. It is myself I mean : whom I know These evils, thou repeat'st upon thysell,
All the particulars of vice so grafted,

Have banish'd me from Scotland. -0, my breast,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Thy hope ends here!
Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Mal.

Macduff, this noble passion, Estcem him as a lamb, being compar'd

Child of integrity, hath from my soul With my confineless harms.

Win'd the black scruples, reconcil'd mv thoughts Macd.

Not in the legions To thy good truth and honour. Drvilish Macbeth of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd By many of these trains hath sought to win me In evils, to top Macbeth.

Into his power : and modest wisdom plucks me Mal. I grant him bloody,

(4) Legally settled by those who had the final (1) Birthricht. (2) Befriend.

adjudication. (3) i.e. A good mind may recede from goodness (5) Lascivious. (6) Passionate. in the execution of a royal commission.

(7) Plenty.

(8) May be endured,

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