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Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they Son. He has kill'd me, mother : are not set for.

Run away, I pray you. My father is not dead, for all your saying. [father ?

[Exit L. Macduf, crying a dir, L Macd. Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do fora Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ?

SC EN E III. L. Maed. Why, 1 can buy me twenty at any

England. market.

Enter Malcolm, and Macduff. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Mal. Let us feck out some defolate Made, and L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and Weep our fad bufoma empity.

(there yet, i' faith,

Mard. Let us rather With wit enough for thice.

Hold fast the mortal fuord; and, like good men, Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Beitride our down-fuln birtlidom 3: Ench new L. Mard. As, that he was.

morn,

[rows Son. What is a traitor?

New widow's houl; ncu' orphans cr;; new forL. Maid. Why, one that swears and lies. Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds Son. And he all traitors, that do to?

As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out L. Mard. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and Like fyllable of dolour. muit be hang'd.

Mal. What I believe I'll wail; San. And must they all be hang'd, that swear What know, believe; and, wiwt I c:n redress, and lic?

As I thail find the time to friend 4, I will. L. Mard. Every one.

What you have spoke, it may be sc), perchance. Son. Who mott hang them?

This tyrant, whole tole name blisters our tongues, L. Mard. Why, the honeft men.

Was once thought honest; you have lov'd him well; Sox. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for He hath not touch'd you yet. 1 am young ; but there are liars and swearers enough to beat the

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[ciom honest mien, and hang up them.

You may deserve of him through me: and wito L. Mord. Now God help thee, poor monkey! To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb, But how wilt thou do for a father?

To appeate an angry god. Ser. If he were dead, you'd weep for himn : if Mard. I am not treacherous. you would not, it were a good for that I thouid Mul. But Macbeth is. quickly have a new father.

A good and virtuous nature may recoil, [den; L. ivaid. Poor prattler! how thou talk'lt ! In an imperial charge.

But I 1hall crzve your porErter av Dingos,

That which you are, my thoughts cannot tranfvic: Mef. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Angels are bright still, though the brigliteit fell : known,

Though all things foul would wear the brows of Though in your ítate of honour I am perfect'. Yet grace must still look fo.

(grace, I douht fome danger doth approach you nearly : Nured. I have lost my hopes. If you will take a homely man's advice,

Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Be not found here; hence with your little ones. To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage ; Why in that rawnels 5 left you wife, and child, To do worse to you 2 were fell cruelty, [you ! (Thore precious motives, thule ítrong knots of love) Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve Without leave-taking :-I pray you, I dare abide no longer,

[Exit Mijlenger. Let not my jealoufies be your dishonours, L. Mard. Whither should I fy?

But mine own safeties :--You may be rightly just, I have done no harm. But I remember now Whatever I shall think. I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Mard. Bleed, bleed, poor country ! Is osten laudable; to do good, sometime, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, Accounted dangerous foily : Why then, alas ! For goodness dares not check thee !wear thou Do I put up that womanly defence, [faces

thy wrongs, To say, I have done no harm -What are there His title is affear'd' !-Fare thee well, lord : Enter Vurderers.

I would not be the villain that thou think'lt, Mur. Where is your husband ?

For the whole space that's within the tyrant's grasp, L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unfanctified, And the rich East to boot. Where such as thou may'st find him.

Mal. Be not offended : Mur. He's a traitor.

I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Son. Thou ly it, thou shag-eard villain. I think, our country finks bencath the yoke : Mw. Wyat, you egg?

It weeps, it bleeds; and euch new day a gah Young fry of treachery?

Is added to her wounds : I think, withal,

my doubts.

* That is, though I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. 2 i. e. not to acquaint you with, or give you warning of, your danger. si. e. protect from utter defruction the priviliges of our bintiright. 4 i. e, in befriends Without previous provision, without due preparation.

o Mr. Pope days aftur'd is a law term for confirm’d. Mr. Tollet proposes to read, “ The title offerid" and explains the passage thus : " Poor country, wcar thou thy wrongs , the title to them is legally feried by tasje who had the final judication of it. dljeerers had the power of confirming or moduating lines and

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amcrcements."

There would he hands uplifted in my right; Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
And here, from gracious England, have I offer Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,

Uproar the universal peace, confound
Waen I shali tre:ad upon the tyrant's head, All unity on earth.
O: wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

Macd. On Scotland! Scotland !
Shall have more vices than it haid before ;

Mai. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : More fuffer, and more sundry ways than ever, I am as I have spoken. By him that shall succeed.

Mard. Fit to govern! Macd. What should he be ?

No, not to live. -0 nation miserable, Mul. It is myself I mean : in whom I know With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, All the particulars of vice lo grafted,

When Thalt thou see thy wholiome days again ; That, when they fall be open'd, black Macbeth Since that the truet illue of thy throne Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, Etteen him as a lamb, being compard

And does blaspheme his breed :-Thy royal father With my confineless harms.

Was a must sainted king; the queen that bore thee, Macd. Not in the legions

Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damu'd, Dy'd every day she liv’d. Fare thee well!
In evils, to top Macbeth.

These evils, thou repe.it'st upon thyself,
Mal. I grant him bloody,

Have banith'd me from Scotland. ---, my breast, Lixurious, avaricious, falte, deceitful,

Thy hope ends here! Südden", malicious, smacking of every sin

Mal. Macduti, this noble passion, That has a name : But there's no bottom, none, Child of integrity, hath from my foul In my voluptuouinets : your wives, your daughters, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth, The cittern of my luft ; and my desire

By many of these trains, hath fought to win ine All continent impediments would v'er-bear, Into inis puwer; and modest wisdom plucks ine That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, From over-credulous hatte: But God above Than such a one to reign.

Deal between thee and me! for even now Maid. Boundless intemperance

I put myself to thy direction, and
In nature is a tyranny: it hath been

Cnspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
The untimely empiying of the happy throne, The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yot For strangers to my nature. I am yet
To take upon you what is yours : you may

Ginknown to woman ; never was forsworn;
Convey your pleatures in a ipacious plenty, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
Ad yet seem cold, the time you may fo hood-wink. At no time broke my faith ; would not betray
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be The devil to his fellow; and delight
That vulture in you to devour to many

No less in truth, than life: my firit falfe speaking As will to greatneis dedicate themselves,

Was this upon myself: What I am truly, Finding it to incli'd.

Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Mil. With this, there grows,

Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, In my most ill-compos'd alcctiuni, such

Old Siward, with ten thousand warhke men, A itanchicís avarice, that were i king,

All ready at a point 3, was setting furth: I should cut out the nobles for their lands; Now we'll together: And the chance, of goodness, Dzire his jewels, and this other's houle:

Be like our warranted quarrel +! Why are you And my more-having would be as a lauce

filent?

[once, To make me hunger more; that I thould forge Muud. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Quurels unjust agamist the good, and loyal, 'Tis hard to reconcile. Dcitroying them for wealth.

Entir a Doflor. Mad. This avarice

Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, Sricks deeper ; grows with more pernicious root

I pray you?
Than fummer-seeming lunt; and it lati, bcen Dof. Ay, ir: there are a crew of wretched souls,
The sword of our main kings : Pet do got fear ; That Itay his cure: their maladiy convincess
Scotland hath foysons 2 to fill up your will, The great atlay of art; but, at bis touch,
of your mere own: All these are portable, . Such fanctity hath heaven given his hud,
With other graces weigh'd.

They prelently amend.
Mal. But I have none; the king-becoming graces, Mal. I thank you, doctor.

[Exito As justice, verity, temperance, Itablenets,

Mxcd. What's the disease he mean: Bounty, perfeverance, mercy, lowlineis,

Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil: Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

A moft miraculous work in this good king; I have no relich of them ; but abound

Which often, since iny here-remain in England, In the division of each leveral crime,

I have seen him da. How he solicits heaven,

1 That is, passionate, violent, hafty. z j. e. plenty. 3 i. e. ready at a time. 4 The author of The Revisal-conceives the sense of the passage to be this: And may the fucce's.cy ihat gecdness, ww'u vh is about to exert itjelf in my behalf, be juhis may be equal to the jujice of my quarrel. powers, subdues

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Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,

Macd. What concern they?
All fwoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The general cause? or is it a fec-griefs,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures;

Due to some single breaft?
Hanging a golden stamp: about their necks, Roje. No mind, that's honest,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, But in it shares some woe; though the main part
To the succeeding royalty he leaves

Pertains to you alone. The healing benediétion. With this strange virtue, Macd. If it be mine, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. And sundry bleflings hang about his throne, Reje. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, That speak him full of grace.

Which shall potsess them with the heaviest sound, Enter Rute.

That ever yet they heard. Macd. See, who comes here?

Macd. Hum! I guess at it.

[babes, Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Rofe. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife, and . Maid. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Savagely Naughter'd: to relate the manner,

Mal.I know him now: Good God, betimes remove Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer The means that make us strangers !

To add the death of you. Rolle. Sir, amen.

Mol. Merciful heaven Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?

What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows; Rolle. Alas, poor country;

Give forrow words: the grief that does not speak, Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Be call'd our mother, but our grave: u here nothing, Mard. My children too? But who knows nothing, is once seen to imile; Rolle. Wife, children, servants, all Where fighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, That could be found. Are made, not mark'd; where violent forrow seems Macd. And I must be from thence! A modern 2 ecitacy: the dead man's knell My wife kill'd too? Is there scarce afk', for whom; and good men's lives Rolle. I have said. Expire before the flowers in their caps,

llal. Be comforted : Dying or ere they sicken.

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Mard. Oh, relation,

To cure this deadly grief. Too nice, and yet too true!

Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty ones? Mal. What is the newest grief ?

Did you say, all ?---Oh, bell-kite !

-All? Rofje. That of an hour's age duth hiss the speaker: What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Each minute teems a new one.

At one fell fwoop ?? Macd. How does my wife?

Mal. Dispute 8 it like a man. Rolle. Why, well.

Macd. I shall do so ; Macd. And all my children?

But I must also feel it as a man: Rolle. Well too.

I cannot but remember such things were, [ong Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look Roffe. No; they were all at peace when I did leare And would not take their pat? Sinful Macduff, them.

[goes it? They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Maed. Be not a niggard of your speech; How Not for their own demerits, but for mine, [now!

Rolle. When I come hither to transport the tidings, Fell Naughter on their souls: Heaven rest them Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let Of many worthy fellows that were out;

grief Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:

Macd. Oh, I could play the woman with mine Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland

eyes,

(ven, Would create soldiers, make our women figling And braggart with my tongue !--But, gentle heaTo doff 3 their dire dittrelles.

Cut short all intermiilion 9; front to front, Mal. Be it their comfort,

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself ; We are coming thither: gracious England hath Within my sword's length set him; if he 'icape, Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; Heaven, forgive him too! An older, and a better foldier, none

Mal. This tune goes manly. That Christendom gives out.

Come, go we to the king; our power is ready ;' Refle. 'Would I could answer

Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth This comfort with the like! But I have words, Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above [may; That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Put on their instruments 10. Receive what cheer you Where hearing should ndi catch 4 them. The night is long, that never finds the day. [Exeuni.

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Meaning the coin called an angel, the value of which was ten shillings.” 2 . e. common. 3 То doff is to do off, to put off 4 The tolio reads latch them, and perhaps rightly, as to latch (in the North country dialect) dignifies the same as to catch. S A grict that hath a linzle owner. Quarry is a term used both in hunting and falconry, and in both sports it means either the game that is pursued, or the game after it is killed. 7 Swoop is the descent of a bird of prey on his game.

i. c. contend with your sorrow like a man. 91. c. all pause.

10 i. c. eucourage us their inftruments against the tyrant.

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SCENE I.

Dul. Go to, go to; you have known what you Ertera Dostor of Phyfic, and a Haiting-Genslecom.in. thould not.

Gent. She has spoke what the should not, I am D...

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Have tivo nights watch'd with you, but ture of thuat : Heaven knows what she lias known. can perceive no truth in your reporr.

Lady. Here's the smell of the blood ftul: all When was it ihe iait walk'u?

the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Gint. Since his majetty went into the field, I hand. Oh! oli! oh! have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night Doct. What a nigh is there? The heart is forely gown upon her, untock her closet, take forth pa- charg’d. per, fuld it, write upon it, read it, afterwards fc:1

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my boit, and again return to będ; yet all this while in a tom, for the dignity of the whole body. mot fait ileep.

Dol. Well, well, well, Dot. A great perturbation in nature, to receive

Gent. Pray God, it be, fir. at once the benefit of Nces, and do the effects of Ditt. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet watching.-- In this Alumbry agitation, besides her I have known those which have walk'd in their walking, and other actual performances, what, at deep, who have died holily in their beds. any time, have you heard her fay?

Ludy. Waih your hands, put on your nightCrt. That, fir, which I will not report after her. gown, look not to pale :-1 tell you yet again,

Det. You may, to me; and 'tis molt meet you Banquo's buried; he camot come out of his grave. should.

Donn. Even to ? Gint. Neither to you, nor any one; having 10

Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the witneis to confirm my speech.

gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper. hand; Wot's done, cannot be undone : To bel, Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ; to hed, to bed.

[Ex.: Lady. anel, upon my life, fait alleep. Observe her; (tand

Dot. Will she go now to bed ? civse.

Gni. Directly.

deeds Doét. How came the boy that light?

Dott. Foul whisperings are abrord : Unnatural Gent. Why, it Itood by her ; the has light by To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

Do breed unnatural troubles : Infeited minds her continually ; 'tis her command. Dort. You fee, her eyes are open.

More needs The the divine, than the physician. Geni. Ay, but their lente is thut.

God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Dot. What is it she does now ? Look, bow Me Remove from her the means of

annoyance, rubs her hands.

And itill keep eyes upon her :-50, good-night: Gent. It is an accuftoin'd action with her, to My mind the has mated”, and amaz'd my fight: seem thus washing her hands; I have known her

I think, but dare not speak. continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Geni. Good night, good doctor. [Extant. Lady. Yet here's a spot.

SCENE II. Dott. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Carbness, Angui, comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the

Lenox, and Soldiers. more itrongly.

Ment. The English power is near, led on by Lady. Out, damnd spot! out, I say !--One; His uncle Siwyd, and the good Macduff. (Malcolni, Two; Why, then 'tis time to do ’t :-Hell is Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes murky !!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and an aid : Would, to the bleeding, and the grim aların, what need we fear who knows it, when none can Excite the mortified man 3. call our power to accuunt :-- l'et who would have Ang. Near Birnam wood

[ing. thought the old man to have had to much blood in Shall we well meet them; that way are they comhim?

Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his bro Dom. Do you mark that ?

ther? Lady. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is Len. For certain, sir, he is not : I have a file The' now --What, will these hands ne'er be of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, clean ?--No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: And many unrough youths 4, that even now you mar all with this Itarting.

Proieft their first of manhood.

? Mr. Steevens with great acuteness observes on this passage, that Lady Macbeth is a&ting over in a dream the business of the murder of Duncan, and encouraging her husband as when awake: and crtainly imagines herfel! here talking to Macbeth, who the supposes) has just said, Hell is Murky, (i. e. hell is a dismal place to go to in confequence of such a deed) and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice ; Hell is murky! -tie, ie, rzylerd, fie! a soldier, and afraid?

2 ;. e. astonished, contoundcd. 3 By the mertified man, is meant a religious; one who has fubdued his palfions, is dead to the world, has abandoned it, and all the affairs of it, an Afictic. 4 i. c. fmoothfaced, unbearded youths.

Mout.

armour,

Ment. What does the tyrant ?

Which the poor heart would fain derty, and dare not. Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies :

Seyton ! Some say, he's mad; others, that lesier hate him,

Enter Seyton. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain,

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ? He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Macb. What news more? Within the belt of rule.

Sey. All is confirm’d, my lord, which was reported. Ang. Now does he feel

Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my Heth be His secret murders sticking on his hands;

hack'd.
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; Give me my armour.
Those, he commands, move only in command, Sey. 'Tis not needed yet.
Nothing in love : now does he feel his title

Maib. I'll put it on.
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Send out more horses, skirr 7 the country round;
Upon a dwarfish thief.

Hang those that talk of fear. -Give me mine Ment. Who then thall blame His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

How does your patient, doctor? When all that is within him does condemn

Do&t. Not so sick, my lord, Itself, for being there?

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Cath. Well, march we on,

That keep her from her rest.
To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :

Macb. Cure her of that:
Meet we the medecin ? of the sickly weal ; Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Pluck from the memory a rooted forrow;
Each drop of us.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
Len. Or fo much as it needs,

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, To dew the fovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Cleanse the foul borom of that perilous ituff, Make we our march towards Birnam.

Which weighs upon the heart ?
[Excunt, marching Doft. Therein the patient

Must minister to himself,
SCENE III.

Macb. Throw phyfick to the dogs, I'll none of it--
Erier Maclech, Doftor, and Attendants.

Come, put mine armour on ; give me my italt:-Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them Ay Seyton, send out.--Doctor, thethanes fly from me:-Till Birnam wood remove to Dunlimane, (all. Come, fir, dispatch :--If thou could'nt, doctor, cast I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm: The water 8 of my land, find her disease, Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know And purge it to a sound and pristine health, All mortal consequences, hare pronounc'd me thus: I would applaud thee to the very eche, Fear rt, Muscbith; no man, that's born of wild, That should applaud again.---Pull's off, I say.-Shall c'er have prover win theco-Then fly, fulie What rhubarh, jenna, or what purgative drug, And mingle with the English epicures: (thancs, Would scour these English hence :-Hesrest thou The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

of them? Shall never fagg 2 with doubt, nor thake with fear. Dw7. Ay, my good lord ; your royal preparation

Makes us hear fomething.
Enter a Servant.

Macb. Bring it arter me.--
The devil damn thee black, thoucream-fac'd loon 3!| I will not be afraad of death and bane,
Where got'st thou that goose look?

'Till Bum forest wnie to Damfinane. Ser. There is ten thoutand

Dact. Were I from Dunfinane array and clear, Macb. Gecie, villain?

Profit again thould hardly draw me here. [Eveant. Ser. Soldier, fir.

SCENE IV. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What foldiers, parch 4 : Dr19 ani Colours. Entir Malcolm, Siward, Macduft, Death of thy foul! those linnen cheeks of thine Siward's Son, Menteit, Cuthnejs, cingus, and Are countellors to fears. What foldiers, whey-fuce ? Soldiers marching Ser. The Englith force, so pleate you.

Mai. Confins, I hope, the days are near at hand, Macb. Take thy face hence.--Seyton !--I am That chambers will be safe. fick at heart.

Ment. We doubt it nothing. When I behold--Seyton, I say ! This push

Sivu. What wood is this before us? Will cheer me ever, or ditseat me now.

Ment. The wood of Birnam. I have lived long enough : my May of life

Mal. Let every folvier hew hiin down a bough, Is fall’n into the rear “, the yellow leaf :

And bear 't before him; thereby thall we shadow And that which thould accompany old age, The numbers of our hoft, and make discovery As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Err in report ví us. I must not look to have ; but, in their tead,

Sold. It shall be done. Casies, not loud, but dep, mouth-honour, brcath, Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrane

ii.e. physician. 2 To fag, or fang, is to sink down by its own weight, or by an overload. 3 Loon signifies a base fellow. 41. e. tuo. 5 The meaning is, they intect others who see them with cowardice. o Scar is dry. ? To jkiri, fignifies to scour, to ride hallily. 8 To cast the water was the phraíc in use fur tinding out diluiders by ihe in pection of urine.

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