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To those that know me. Come, love and health to all!
Then I'll fir down : give me foine wine, fill full-
I drink to th’general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirit,
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties and the pledge.
[The ghost risis again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou doit glare with.
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of customn; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macb. What inan dare, I dare:
pproach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear,
The arın'd rhinoceros or Hyrcanian tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword?
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow !
Unreal inockery, hence! Why, fo, being gone,
[The ghof vanishes. I am a man again: pray you sit still.
[The lords rife. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good
With most admir'd disorder.
Macb. (18) Can such things be,
And overcome us like a fummer's cloud,
(18) Can, &c.] Mr. W'a burton's alteration of this passage is very wonderful; nothing can be plainer than the meaning of it ; "Can such things be, can such dreadful fights as this of the ghost come over us, overcast us like a dreadful black summer cloud, without our Thewing any amazement, without being at all moved at it.”
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Ev'n to the difpofition that (19) I owe,
When now I think, you can behold such fights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Role. What fights, my lord?
Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and
Question enrages him; at once, good-night.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Len. Good-night, and better health,
Attend his majesty!
Lady. Good-night, to all.
[Exeunt lords. Macb. It will have blood, (they say) blood will have
blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood (20) relations, have By magpies and by choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it) answer me.
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yefty waves
(19) That I owe.] Mr. John in here would read kroz : “ Though I had before seen many infances of your courage, yet it now appears in a degree altogether new : So that my long acquaintance with your disposition, does not linder me from that astonishment which novelty produces.”
(20) Relations.] By the word relation, is understood the connedtion of effects with causes; to underítand relations as an augur, is to know how those things relate to each other, which have no visible combination or dependence. Johnson.
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown down,
Though castles topple on their warders heads ;
Though palaces and pyramids do flope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
(21) Of nature's germins tumble all together,
Ev’n till destruction ficken ; answer me
To what I ask you.
SCENE IV. Malcolm's Character of himself.
Mal. But I have none; the king becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp?rance, stal leness, Bounty, persev'rance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
Maid. Oh Scotland! Scotland!
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; I'm as I have spoken.
Macd. Fit to govern? No, not to live. Oh, nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody -Iceptered !! When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again! Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands aceurst, And does blafphe.ne his breed. Thy royal father Was a most fainted king; the queen that bore thee, Ofiner upon her knees than on her feet, (22) Dy'd every day she liv’d. Oh ! fare thee well!
(21) See King Lear, p. 150. n. 16.
(22) Dy’d, &c.] This is plainly taken from St. Paul,, I dia daily.
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Have banish'd me from Scotland. Oh, my breast !
Thy hope ends here.
Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wip'd the black scruples; reconcil'd my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath fought to win me
Into his pow'r: and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste; but God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
(23) Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature.
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth than life: my firit false-speaking
Was this upon myself. What I am truly,
Is thine, and my poor country's, to cominand..
SCENE VI. An oppress'd Country:
Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be call’d our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile :
Where fighs and groans, and shrieks that rend the air,
Are made, not mark'd; where violeni forrow seems
A modern ecítacy: the dead-man's knell
Is there scarce aik’d, for whom: and good mens' lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying, or ere they ficken.
(23) See the whole scene..
Macduff, on the Murder of his wife and Children.
Rolle. 'Would I could answer
This comfort with the like! but I have words,
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not catch them.
Macd. What concern they?
The gen'ral cause? or is it a fee-grief,
Due to some fingle breast?
R. No mind, that's honest,
But in it Thures fome woe; tho’ the main part
Pertains to you alone.
Macd. If it be mine,
Keep it not froin me, quickly let me have it.
Rojo. 1 er not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall poffefs them with the heaviest found,
That erer yei i hey heard.
Macd. Hum ! I guess at it.
Rolle. Your castle is surpriz'd, your wife and babes
Savagely slaughter'd ; to relate the manner,
Were on the quarry of these murther'd deer
To add the death of you.
Mal. Merciful heav'n!
What inan! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give forrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught he.rt, and bids it break.
Maid My children too?
Rolle. Wife, children, servants, all that could be
found. Mccd. And I must be from thence! my wife kill'd
too! Role. I've said.
Mal. Be comforted.
Let's make us med'eines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadiy grief.