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1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :another,

A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! More potent than the first.

Why do you show me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. What! will the line stretch out to the crack of

eyes! App. Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth

doom ? Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Another yet?-A seventh ? I'll see no more :App.

Be bloody, bold, And yet ihe eighth appears, who bears a glass, lo And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, Which shows me many more ; and some I see, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.2

That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry;"1

(Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of For the blood-bolter die Banquo smiles upon me,

Horrible sight!--Now, I see, thee?

And points at them for his.-What, is this so ? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate : chou shalt not live;

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why

Stands Macbeth thús amazedly ?--
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this,

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, 13

And show the best of our delights ; Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with I'll charm the air to give a sound, a Tree in his Hand, rises.

While you perform your antiquel4 round: That rises like the issue of a king;

That this great king may kindly say, And wears upon his baby brow the round

Our duties did his welcome pay. And top of sovereignty ?

(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish All.

Listen, but speak not to't. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?---Let this per App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care

nicious hour Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are ; Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

Come in, without there! Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillo

Enter LENOX. Shall come against him.

(Descends. Maob. That will never be;

Len.

What's your grace's wilt Who can impress the forest ;' bid the tree

Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?

Len. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!

No, my lord. good!

Macb. Came they not by you?

Len. Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood

No, indeed, my lord. Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth

Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

And damn'd all those that trust them !--- I did hear To time, and mortal custom. Yet my heart

The galloping of horse : Who was't came by ? Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art

Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever

word, Reign in this kingdom ?

Macduff is filed to England.

Macb.
All.
Seek to know no more.

Fled to England ? Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this,

Len. Ay, my good lord. And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:

Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st's my dread exWhy sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? ploits :

(Hautboys.
The

go with it: From this moment 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show ! 'wer: Unless the per pose never is o’ertook; Show!

The very firstlings of my heart shall be AU. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ;

The firstlings of my hand. And even now Come like shadows, so depart.

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and

done : Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in the castle of Macduff I will surprise ; order; the last with a Glass in his Hand; Ban. Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge o' the sword Quo following:

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; That tracels him in his line. No boasting like a down!

fool : Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs:-And thy hair, This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:

1 Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.' This singular said they do answer either by voice, or else set before expression probably means no more than I will listen their eyes in glasses, chrystal stones, &c. the pictures to thee with all attention.'

or images of the persons or things sought for.: 2 For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.' 11 That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry! So Holinshed: And surely hereupon he had put This was intended as a compliment to James the First: Macduff to death, but that a certeine witch, whom he he first united the two islands and the three kingdoms had in great trust, had told him, that he should never under one head, whose house too was said to be descen. be slaine with man borne of anie woman, nor vanquish-ded from Banquo, who is therefore represented not only ed till the wood of Bernane came to the castle of Dun. as innocent, but as a noble character; whereas, accord. sinane. This prophecy put all fear out of his heart.? ing to history, he was confederate with Macbeth in the

3 The round is that part of a crown which encircles murder of Duncan. the head: the top is the ornament which rises above it. 12 In Warwickshire, when a horse, sheep, or other

4 The present accenç of Dunsinane is right. In animal, perspires much, and any of the hair or wool, in every subsequent instance the accent is misplaced. consequence of such perspiration, or any redundant

5 1. e. command it to serve him like a soldier im. humour, becomes matted into tufis with grime and sweat, pressed

he is said to be boltered ; and whenever the blood issues 6 Rebellious head.' The old copy reads dead; the out and coagulates, forming the locks into hard clotted emendation is Theobald's.

bunches, the beast is said to be blood-boltered. When a 7 Noise in our old poets is often literally synony. boy has a broken head, so that his hair is malted toge. mous for music,

ther with blood, his head is said to be boltered (pro. 8 Show his eyes, and grieve his heart. And the nounced haltered] The word baltereth is used in this man of thine, whom I shall not cut off from mine altar, sense by Philemon Holland in his Translation of Pliny's shall be to consume thine eyes, and to grieve thine Natural History, 1601, b. xii. c. xvii. p. 370. It is there. heart-1 Samuel, ii. 33.

fore applicable to Banquo, who had twenty trenched 9 i. e, the dissolution of nature. Crack and crash gashes on his head.' were formerly synonymous.

13 i. e. spirits. It should seem that spirits was 10 This method of juggling prophecy is referred to in almost always pronounced sprights or sprites by Measure for Measure, Act ii. Śc. 8:

Shakapeare's contemporaries. and like a prophet

14 Antique was the old spelling for antic. Looks in a glass, and shows me future evils.' 15 i.e. preventest them, by taking away the opportunity In an extract from the Penal Laws against watches, it is 16 i. e. follow, succeed in it.

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But no more sights !---Where are these gentlemen? Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear
Come, bring me where they are. (Exeunt. and lie?
SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.

L. Macd. Every one.
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.

Son. Wbo must hang them?

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

there are liars and swearers enough to beat the ho Rosse. You must have patience, madam.

nest men, and hang up them. L. Macd.

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

Son, If he were dead, you'd weep for him: 1 Rosse.

You know not, you would not, it were a good sign that I should Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

quickly have a new father. L. Mach. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave L Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st.

his babes, His mansion, and his titles, ir, a place

Enter a Messenger. 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 diminutive of birds, will fight,

Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Her

young ones in her nest, against the owl. I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly : All is the fear, and nothing is the love;

If you will take a nomely 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 to methinks, I am too savage ; Rosse.

My dearest coz', To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, Which is 100 nigh your person, Heaven preserve He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

you! The fits of the season. Í dare not speak much I dare abíde no longer. (Exit Messenger. further :

L. Macd.

Whither should I fly? But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, I have done no harm. But I remember now And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear ;Is But float upon a wild and violent sea,

hostinted dangerous folly : Why then, alas!

laudable; to do good, sometime, Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you : Do I put up that womanly defence, 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 upward faces ? To what they were before. ---My pretty cousin,

Enter Murderers.
Blessing upon you !

Mur. Where is your husband ?
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Where such as thou may’st find him.

L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort :

Mur,

He's a traitor. I take my leave at once.

[Exit Rosse. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;

Son. Thou ly’st, thou shag-ear'd' villain.

Mur. And what will you do now? How will you live?

What you egg! [Stabbing ham. Son. As birds do, mother.

Young fry of treachery!

Son.
What, with worms and fies? Run away, I pray you.
L. Macd.

He has killed me, mother; Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

(Dies. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,

(Eri LADY MACDUFF, crying murder, nor lime,

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

SCENE II. 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 L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for Weep our sad bosoms empty. a father?

Macd.

Let us rather Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any Bestride our downfall’n birthdomEach new morn, market.

New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out yet i' faith,

Like syllable of dolour. With wit enough for thee.

Mal.

What I believe, I'N wail; Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? What know, believe; and, what I can redress, L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

As I shall find the time to friend, '° I will. Son. What is a traitor ?

What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?

Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well; L Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.

5 Sirrah was not in our author's time a term of re

proach, but sometimes used by masters to servants, pa I 'Our fears do make us traitors.' Our flight is con. rents to children, &c. sidered as evidence of our treason.

6 i. e. I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. 2 Natural touch, natural affection.

7 Shag-eard villain. It has been suggested that 3 The fits o' the season should appear to be the vio- we should read shag-haird, an abusive epithet frequent lent disorders of the season, its convulsions: as we still in our old plays. Hair being formerly spelt heare, the say figuratively the temper of the times.

corruption would easily arise. 4. The best I can make of this passage is,' says Stee- 8 This scene is almost literally taken from Holinvens : The times are cruel when our fears induce us shed's Chronicle, which is in this part an abridgment to believe, or take for granted, what we hear rumoured of the chronicle of Hector Boece, as translated by John or reported abroad; and yet at the same time, as we Bellenden. From the recent reprints of both the Scotlive under a tyrannical government, where wiú is sub- tish and English chroniclers, quotations from them bestituted for laro, we know not what we have to fear, become the less necessary; they are now accessible to the cause we know not when we offend." Or, when we reader curious in tracing the poet to his sources of inare led by our fears to believe every rumour of danger formation. we hear, yet are not conscious to ourselves of any crime 9 Birthdom, for the place of our birth, our native land for which we should be disturbed with fears.'

10 1. e. befriend.

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my doubts.

He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but | The cistern of my lust; and my desire something

All continent impediments would o'erbear, You may deservel of him through me ; and wisdom That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,

Than such a one to reign. To appease an angry god.

Macd.

Boundless intemperance Macd. I am not treacherous.

In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Mal.

But Macbeth is. The untimely emptying of the happy throue, A good and virtuous nature may recoil,

And fall of many kings. But fear not yet In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your To take upon you what is yours : you may pardon ;

Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : We have willing dames enough: there cannot be Though all things foul would wear the brows of That vulture in you, to devour so many grace,

As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Yet grace must still look so."

Finding it so inclin'd.
Macd.
I have lost my hopes. Mal.

With this, there growe Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find In my most ill-compos’d affection, such

A staunchless avarice, that, were I king, Why in that rawness left you wife and child, I should cut off the nobles for their lands; (Those precious motives, those strong knots oflove,) Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Without leave-taking ?- I pray you,

And my more-having would be as a sauce
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, To make me hunger more: that I should forgo
But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal
Whatever I shall think.

Destroying them for wealth.
Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country ! Macd.

This avarice
Great tyranny, .ay thou thy basis sure,

Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root For goodness dares not check thee !-wear thou thy Than summer-seeming lust :: and it hath been wrongs ;

The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; The title is affeer'd !_Fare thee well, lord : Scotland hath foysons' to fill up your will, I would not be the villain that thou think'st of your mere own: All these are portable, 10 For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, With other graces weigh'd. And the rich East to boot.

Mal. But I have none; The king-becoming Mal. Be not offended :

graces, I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke : Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,

I have no relish of them ; but abound
There would be hands uplifted in my right: In the division of each several crime,
And here, from gracious England, have I offer Acting in many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Uproar the universal peace, confound
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country All unity on earth.
Shall have more vices than it had before ;

Macd.

O Scotland! Scotland ! More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: By him that shall succeed.

I am as I have spoken,
Macd.
What should he be? Macd.

Fit to govern!
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,
All the particulars of vice so grafted,

With an untitled" tyrant bloody-sceptred,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?
Will seem as pure as snow; and the state Since that the truest issue of thy throne
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd

By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, With my confineless harms.

And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal father Macd.

Not in the legions Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee, Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damnd Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, In evils, to top Macbeth.

Died every day she lived." Fare thee well! Mal.

I grant him bloody, These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

Have banish'd me from Scotland.--0, my breast, Sudden,' malicious, smacking of every sin

Thy hope ends here! That has a name : But there's no bottom, none, Mal.

Macduff, this noble passion, In my voluptuousness; your wives, your daughters, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts

1 *You may deserve of him through ine.' The old poor country! Great tyranny, lay theu thy basis sure, copy reads discerne. The emendation was made by for goodness dares noi check thee ! Then addressing Theobald. In the subsequent part of the line some. Malcolm, Macduff says, “Wear thou thy wrongs,--the thing is wanted to complete the sense, There is no title to thy croron is now confirmed to the usurper, he verb to which wisdom can refer. Steevens conjectured would probably have added, but that he interrupis that the line might originally have run thus :

himself with angry impatience, at being suspected of but something

Traitorous doubledilering. You may deserve through me; and wisdom is it 5 i. e. immeasmable evils. To offer,' &c.

6 Lucurious, lascivious. 7 Sudden, passionate. 2 A good and virtuous nature may recoil

8 Sir W. Blackstone proposed to read summer-seed In an imperial charge.'

ing, which was adopted by Steevens : but there appears A good mind may recede from goodness in the execution no reason for change. The meaning of the epithet may be, of a royal commission.

Just as hot as summer.' In Donne's Poems, Malone 3 This is not very clear. Johnson has thus attempted has pointed out its opposite--winter-seeming. to explain it: My suspicions cannot injure you, if 9 Foysons, plenty. you be virtuous, by supposing that a traitor may put on 10 Portable answers exactly to a phrase now in use. your virtuous appearance. I do not say that your vir. Such failings may be borne with, or are bearable. uous appearance proves you a traitor ; for virtue must 11 With an untitled tyrant.' Thus in Chaucer? wear its proper form, though that form be counterfeited Manciple's Tale :by villainy.

Right so betwix a titleles tiraunt 4 To affeer is a law term, signifying to assess or re.

And an outlawe.: duce to ceriainty. The meaning therefore may be :- 12 Died every day she lived. The expression is de The title is confirmed to the usurper.!

rived from the Sacred Writings:-'I protest by you to My interpretation of the passage is this : • Bleed, bleed, joicing, which I have in Christ Jesus, I die daily

poor

the air,

goes it?

To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth | But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ;
By many of these trains hath sought to win me Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent"
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste ;' But God above Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
Deal between thee and me! for even now

A modern ecstasy :: the dead man's knell
I put myself to thy direction, and

Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure

lives The taints and blames I laid upon myself

, Expire before the flowers in their caps, For strangers to my nature. I am yet

Dying, or ere they sicken. Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;

Macd.

O, relation,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Too nice, and yet too true!
At no time broke my faith; would not betray

Mal.

What is the newest grief? The devil to his fellow; and delight

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss tho No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking

speaker; Was this upon myself: What I am truly,

Each minute teems a new one. Is thine, and my poor country's to command :

Macd,

How does my wife? Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Rosse. Why, well. Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

Macd.

And all my children? All ready at a point, was seuing forth :

Rosse.

Well too. Now we'll togeiher; And the chance, of goodness, Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace ? Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent ? Rosse. No ; they were well at peace, when I did Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at

leave them. once,

Macd. Be noi a niggard of your speech; How "Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor.

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the cida

ings, Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour

I pray you?
Doct. Ay, "sir: there are a crew of wretched which was to my belief witness’d the rather,

Of many worthy fellows that were out;
souls,

For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot : That stay his cure: their malady convinces?

Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland The great assay of art; but at his touch,

Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,

To doft their dire distresses. They presently amend.

Mal,

Be it their comfort, Mal. I thank you, doctor.

We are coming thither: gracious England hath (Exit. Lent

us good Siward, and ten thousand men ; Macd. What's the disease he meang ?

An older, and a better soldier, none Mal.

'Tis call'd the evil: That Christendom gives out. A most miraculous work in this good king ;

Rosse.

'Would, I could answer Which often, since my here-remain in England, This comfort, with the like! But I have words, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,

That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Himself best knows : but strangely visited people, where hearing should not latch them.
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful io the cye,

Macd.

What concern they The mere despair of surgery, he cures :

The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief," Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,

Due to some single breast ? Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken,

Rosse.

No mind, that's hopest, To the succeeding royalty he leaves

But in it shares some woe; though the main part The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Pertains to you alone. He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;

Macd.

If it be mine, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. To speak him full of grace.

Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for Enter Rosse.

ever, Macd.

See, who comes here? Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. That ever yet they heard.

Macil. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

Humph! I guess at it. Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes re

Rosse. Your castle is surpris:d ; your wife, and

babes, The means that make us strangers !

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Ross.

Sir, Amen. Were, on the quarry10 of these murder'd deer, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

To add the death of you.
Rosse.

Alas, poor country!
Mal.

Merciful heaven!Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows, Be callid our mother, but our grave : where nothing, Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak,

Whispers the o'er fraught heart, and bids it break.si 1 Credulous haste, overhasty credulity.

2 j. e. overcomes it. We have before seen this word catch. Thus also Golding, in his translation of the first used in the same Latin sense, Act i. Sc. 7, of this book of Ovid's Metamorphoses :play. "To convince or convicte. lo vanquish and over. • As though he would, at everie stride, betweene his Erinco.'--Baret.

teeth hir latch.' 3 A golden stamp, the coin sed an angel; the va. 9 Or a fee.grief,' a peculiar sorrow, a grief lue of which was ten shillings.

that hath but a single owner. 4 'To rent is an ancient verb, which has been long 10 Quarry, the game after it is killed: it is a term disused,' say the editors: in other words it is the old used both in hunting and falconry. The old English term orthography of the verb to rend.

querre is used for the square spot where in the dead game 5 It has been before observed that Shakspeare vises was deposited. Quarry is also used for the game pur. ecstasy for every species of alienation of mind, whether sued. proceeding from sorrow, joy, wonder, or any other ex. Il Cura leres lo puuntur, ingentes stupent.'. citing cause. Modern is generally used by him in the " Those are killing griefs which are not speak.' sense of common. A modern ecstasy is therefore a

Vittoria Corombona. common grief.

* Light sorrows often speake, 6 Thus in Antony and Cleopatra :

When great, the heart in silence breake.'

Greene's Tragical History of Faire Bellora To say, the dead are well.'

"Striving to tell his woes. woms would not come, 7 To doff is to do off, to put off.

For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dombe.. 8 To lutch (in the North) signifies the same as to

Daniel's Complaint of Rosamond

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come.

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Macd. My children, too?

Enter LADY MACBETH, with a Tape. Rosse.

Wife, childı :n, servants, all Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her

. My wife kill'd too?

Doct. How came she by that light?
Rosse.
I have said.

Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Mal.

Be comforted :

her continually; 'tis her command. Let's make us med'eines of our great revenge, Doct. You see her eyes are open. To cure this deadly grief.

Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones ? Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite !-AN?

rubs her hands. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to At one fell swoop ?

seem thus washing her hands; I have known her Mal. Dispute it like a man.”

continue in this a quarter of an

hour. Macd.

I shall do so ;

Lady M. Yet here's a spot,
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what

comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more That were most precious to me.

.-Did heaven look

strongly. on,

Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !-One : And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff,

Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't :- -Hell is They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,

murky !'-Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afеard ? Not for their own demerits, but for mine,

What need we fear who knows it, when none can Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them call our power to account?-Yet who would have

now! Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword : let thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Doct. Do you mark that? grief

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. is she now? -What, will these hands ne'er be

Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o'that: And braggart with my tongue !But, gentle you mar all with this starting. heavens,

Doct. Go to, go to: you have known what you Cut short all intermission :: front to front,

should not. Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and inyself; Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Heaven forgive him too!

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all Mal.

This tune* goes manly. the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Come, go we to the king: our power is ready ; hand. Oh! oh! oh! Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

charged. Put on their instruments." Receive what cheer

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my boyou may i

somn, for all the dignity of the whole body. The night is long that never finds the day,

Doct, Well, well, well,-.
(Exeunt. Gent. 'Pray God, it bé, sir.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet

I have known those which have walked in their ACT V.

sleep, who have died holily in their beds. SCENE I. Dunginane. A Room in the Castle. Lady M, Wash your hands, put on your night

Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a Waiting Gen- gown; look not so pale :-I tell you yet again, Bantlewoman.

quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but

Doct. Even so ? can perceive no truth in your report. When was it

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at she last walked ?

the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-bed, to bed.

(Exit LADY MACBETH. gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper,

Doct. Will she go now to bed ? bold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and Gent. Directly. again return to bed; yet all this while in a mosi fast Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural sleep.

deeds Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. watching.-In this slumbry agitation, besides her More needs she the divine, than the physician, walking, and other actual performances, what, at God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; any time, have you heard her say ?

Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. And still keep, eyes upon her :--So, good night:

Doct. You may, to me; and 'uis most meet you My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight: should.

I think, but dare not speak. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one ; having no

Gent,

Good night, good doctor. witness to confirm my speech.

(Exeunt. At one fell supoop. Stooop; from the verb to

In so profound abysm I throw all care swoop or sweep, is the descent of a bird of prey on bis of others' voices, that my ailder's sense quarry

To critick and to flatterer stopped are.' 2 i. e, contend with your present sorrow like a man 7 Lady Macbeth, in her dream, imagines herself talk 3 All intermission, all pause, all intervening time. ing to her husband, who (she supposes) had just said

4 The old copy reads time. The emendation is Hell is murky (i. e. hell is a dismal place to go to in Rowe's

consequence of such a deed,) and repeats his words in 5 i. e encourage, thrust us their instruments forward contempt of his cowardice.-- Hell is murky S-Fye, my against the tyrant.

lord, fye! a soldier, and afеard ?: This explanation is 6. Ay, but their sense is shut.' The old copy reads by Steevens, and appears to me very judicious. "Ay, but their sense ure shut.' Malone has quoted other 8. You mar all with this starting. She is here again instances of the same inaccurate grammar, according to alluding to the terrors of Macbeth when the Ghost broke mudern nocions, from Julius Cæsar :

in on the festivity of the banquet. The posture of his blows are yet unknown.' 9 ‘My mind she has mated.' Maled, a asnated, And from the hundred and twelfth Sonnet of Shak- from matte, old French, signified to Cuer come, con peare :

I found, dismay, or make afraid.

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