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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! Why do you show me this?-A fourth ?-Start, eyes!

More potent than the first.

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.1
App.
Be bloody, bold,
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man,
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.2

(Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of

thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.-What is this,
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with
a Tree in his Hand, rises.

That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty 23

All.
Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are;
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill4
Shall come against him.
Macb.

(Descends.

That will never be;
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!
good!

Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?

All.

Seek to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise" is this? [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ; Come like shadows, so depart.

Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in order; the last with a Glass in his Hand; BANQuo following.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!

Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs :-And thy hair,

1 'Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. This singular expression probably means no more than I will listen to thee with all attention.'

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of

doom ?9

11

Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more :-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, 10
Which shows me many more; and some I see,
That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry ;"
For the blood-bolter'di2 Banquo smiles upon me,
Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 'tis true;
And points at them for his.-What, is this so?
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so:-But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?--
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,13
And show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique1 round:
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish Macb. Where are they? Gone?---Let this per nicious hour

Stand
aye accursed in the calendar!-
Come in, without there!

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Fled to England?

Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st's my dread ex-
ploits :

The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
done:

The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace1 him in his line. No boasting like a
fool:

This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
said they do answer either by voice, or else set before
their eyes in glasses, chrystal stones, &c. the pictures
or images of the persons or things sought for.:

11That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry.' This was intended as a compliment to James the First: he first united the two islands and the three kingdoms under one head, whose house too was said to be descen

as innocent, but as a noble character; whereas, accord ing to history, he was confederate with Macbeth in the murder of Duncan.

2 For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.' So Holinshed:- And surely hereupon he had put Macduff to death, but that a certeine witch, whom he had in great trust, had told him, that he should never 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 Dunsinane. This prophecy put all fear out of his heart.' 3 The round is that part of a crown which encircles the head: the top is the ornament which rises above it. 4 The present accent of Dunsinane is right. In every subsequent instance the accent is misplaced. 5. e. command it to serve him like a soldier impressed.

6 Rebellious head. The old copy reads dead; the emendation is Theobald's.

12 In Warwickshire, when a horse, sheep, or other animal, perspires much, and any of the hair or wool, in consequence of such perspiration, or any redundant humour, becomes matted into tufts with grime and sweat, he is said to be boltered; and whenever the blood issues out and coagulates, forming the locks into hard clotted 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 matted toge mous for music.

9 Show his eyes, and grieve his heart. 'And the man of thine, whom I shall not cut off from mine altar, shall be to consume thine eyes, and to grieve thine heart-1 Samuel, ii. 33.

9 i. e. the dissolution of nature. Crack and crash were formerly synonymous.

10 This method of juggling prophecy is referred to in Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 8:

and like a prophet

Looks in a glass, and shows me future evils.

ther with blood, his head is said to be boltered [pronounced haltered] The word baltereth is used in this sense by Philemon Holland in his Translation of Pliny's Natural History, 1601, b. xii. c. xvii. p. 370. It is therefore applicable to Banquo, who had twenty trenched gashes on his head.'

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13 i. e. spirits. It should seem that spirits was almost always pronounced sprights or sprites by Shakspeare's contemporaries.

14 Antique was the old spelling for antic.

15 i.e. preventest them, by taking away the opportunity

In an extract from the Penal Laws against witches, it is 16 i. e. follow, succeed in it.

But no more sights !---Where are these gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.
Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse.

L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly
the land?

Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd.
He had none;
His flight was madness: When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.1
Rosse.

You know not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
L. Mach. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave
his babes,

His mansion, and his titles, in a place

From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch:-for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,

Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.
Rosse.

My dearest coz',

I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' the season. Í 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;4
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

Each way, and move.---I take my leave of you:
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you!

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort :
I take my leave at once.

[Exit Rosse.
L. Macd.
Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd.
What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,
nor lime,

The pit-fall, nor the gin.

Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.

My father is not dead, for all your saying.

Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie?

L. Macd. Every one.

Son. Who must hang them?

L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them.

L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father?

Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: 1. you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.

L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st.
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you:
known,

Though in your state of honour I am perfect."
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones,
To fright you Ts, methinks, I am too savage;
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,

Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
you!

I dare abide no longer.
L. Macd.

[Exit Messenger. Whither should I fly ? I have done no harm. But I remember now am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Is often laudable; to do good, sometime, Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas! Do I put up that womanly defence,

To say, have done no harm?What are these faces?

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He's a traitor.
Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd' villain.
Mur.
What, you egg! [Stabbing ham.
Young fry of treachery!
Son.

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pray you.

He has killed me, mother; [Dies.

LADY MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the Murderers. SCENE III. England. A Room in the King's Palace. Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.a Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there

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

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?

L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any

market.

Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Let us rather

Macd.
Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men,
Bestride our downfall'n birthdom: Each new morn,
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
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 yell'd out

yet i' faith,

With wit enough for thee.

Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?

L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

Son. What is a traitor?

L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
Son. And be all traitors, that do so?

L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.

1Our fears do make us traitors. Our flight is considered as evidence of our treason.

2 Natural touch, natural affection. 3 The fits o' the season should appear to be the violent disorders of the season, its convulsions: as we still say figuratively the temper of the times.

Like syllable of dolour.
Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail ;
What know, believe; and, what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend,1o I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well;

5 Sirrah was not in our author's time a term of reproach, but sometimes used by masters to servants, pa rents to children, &c.

6 i. e. I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. 7'Shag-ear'd villain. It has been suggested that we should read shag-hair'd, an abusive epithet frequent in our old plays. Hair being formerly spelt heare, the 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 will is sub-tish and English chroniclers, quotations from them bestituted for law, we know not what we have to fear, be- come 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 for which we should be disturbed with fears.'

9 Birthdom, for the place of our birth, our native land 10 i. e. befriend.

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

something

You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
To appease an angry god.

Macd. I am not treacherous.
Mal.

But Macbeth is.
But I shall crave your

A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
In an imperial charge.

pardon;

That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose:
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell:
Though all things foul would wear the brows of
grace,

Yet grace must still look so."
Macd.
I have lost my hopes.
Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find
my doubts.

Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
(Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,)
Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,

Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.

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I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke:
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right:
And here, from gracious England, have I offer
Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before;
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

Macd.

What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd With my confineless harms.

Macd.

Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils, to top Macbeth.

Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness; your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up

1 'You may deserve of him through me.' The old copy reads discerne. The emendation was made by Theobald. In the subsequent part of the line something is wanted to complete the sense. There is no verb to which wisdom can refer. Steevens conjectured that the line might originally have run thus:but something

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You may deserve through me; and wisdom is it
To offer,' &c.

2 A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge.'

A good mind may recede from goodness in the execution of a royal commission.

3 This is not very clear. Johnson has thus attempted to explain it 'My suspicions cannot injure you, if you be virtuous, by supposing that a traitor may put on your virtuous appearance. I do not say that your viruous appearance proves you a traitor; for virtue must wear its proper form, though that form be counterfeited by villainy.

4 To affeer is a law term, signifying to assess or reduce to certainty. The meaning therefore may be :The title is confirmed to the usurper.' My interpretation of the passage is this: Bleed, bleed,

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All continent impediments would o'erbear, That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth Than such a one to reign.

Macd.

Boundless intemperance

In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink.
We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclin'd.

Mal.

With this, there growe

In my most ill-compos'd affection, such
A staunchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands;
Desire his jewels, and this other's house:
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more: that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal
Destroying them for wealth."
This avarice
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
Than summer-seeming lust: and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear;
Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will,

Macd.

Of your mere own: All these are portable,10
With other graces weigh'd.

Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming graces,

As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

I have no relish of them; but abound
In the division of each several crime,

Acting in 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.

Macd.

O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken.

Macd.

Fit to govern!

No, not to live.-O nation miserable,
With an untitled" tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?
Since that the truest issue of thy throne

By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,

And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal father Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived.12 Fare thee well! These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O, my breast, Thy hope ends here! Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts poor country! Great tyranny, lay theu thy basis sure, for goodness dares not check thee! Then addressing Malcolm, Macduff says, 'Wear thou thy wrongs,--the title to thy crown is now confirmed to the usurper, he would probably have added, but that he interrupts himself with angry impatience, at being suspected of traitorous double-ling.

5 i. e. immeasurable evils.

6 Luxurious, lascivious. 7 Sudden, passionate. 8 Sir W. Blackstone proposed to read summer-seed ing, which was adopted by Steevens: but there appears no reason for change. The meaning of the epithet may be, Just as hot as summer. In Donne's Poems, Malone has pointed out its opposite--winter-seeming. 9 Foysons, plenty.

10 Portable answers exactly to a phrase now in use. Such failings may be borne with, or are bearable. 11 With an untitled tyrant.' Thus in Chaucer's Manciple's Tale :

'Right so betwix a titleles tiraunt

And an outlawe.

12 Died every day she lived.' The expression is de rived from the Sacred Writings:-'I protest by you rejoicing, which I have in Christ Jesus, I die daily

To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power; 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
Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
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 first false speaking
Was this upon myself: What I am truly,

Is thine, and my poor country's to command:
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was setting forth:
Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness,
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at
once,

'Tis hard to reconcile.

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Macd. What's the disease he means? Mal. "Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows: but strangely visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures : Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves

The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;

And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
To speak him full of grace.

Enter Rosse.

Macd.
See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not.
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.
Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes re-

move

The means that make us strangers!
Ross.

Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
Rosse.
Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing,

1 Credulous haste, overhasty credulity.

2 i. e. overcomes it. We have before seen this word used in the same Latin sense, Act i. Sc. 7, of this play. To convince or convicte, to vanquish and over. Erinco.'-Baret.

come.

3 A golden stamp, the coin caned an angel; the value of which was ten shillings.

4 To rent is an ancient verb, which has been long disused,' say the editors: in other words it is the old orthography of the verb to rend.

5 It has been before observed that Shakspeare uses ecstasy for every species of alienation of mind, whether proceeding from sorrow, joy, wonder, or any other exciting cause. Modern is generally used by him in the sense of common. A modern ecstasy is therefore a common grief.

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6 Thus in Antony and Cleopatra :—
We use
To say, the dead are well.'

7 To doff is to do off, to put off.

8 To latch (in the North) signifies the same as to

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Rosse.
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did
leave them.

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it?

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the fid

ings,

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :
Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff" their dire distresses.

Mal.
Be it their comfort,
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men;
An older, and a better soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.

Rosse.

"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 latch them. What concern they?

Macd.

The general cause? or is it a fee-grief," Due to some single breast?

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Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.

Macd.
Humph! I guess at it.
Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife, and
babes,

Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry10 of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.

Mal.
Merciful heaven!-
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows,
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er fraught heart, and bids it break.1í

catch. Thus also Golding, in his translation of the first book of Ovid's Metamorphoses :—

As though he would, at everie stride, betweene his teeth hir latch."

9 Or is it a fee-grief,' a peculiar sorrow, a grief that hath but a single owner.

10 Quarry, the game after it is killed: it is a term used both in hunting and falconry. The old English term querre is used for the square spot wherein the dead game was deposited. Quarry is also used for the game pursued.

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I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look
on,

And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them

now!

Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let
grief

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!But, gentle
heavens,

Cut short all intermission:3 front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

Mal.
This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king: our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer

you may;

The night is long that never finds the day.

1

ACT V.

[Exeuns.

SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a Waiting Gen-

tlewoman.

Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?

Enter LADY MACBETH, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

Doct. How came she by that light?

Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see her eyes are open.

Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

-Hell is

Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One: Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't:murky !-Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that?

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife: Where is she now ?- -What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting.

8

Doct. Go to, go to: you have known what you

should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bo som, for all the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,

Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale :-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so?

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to [Exit LADY MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly.

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-bed, to bed. gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?

Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you

should.

Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech.

At one fell swoop. Swoop, from the verb to swoop or sweep, is the descent of a bird of prey on his quarry

2 i. e. contend with your present sorrow like a man 3 All intermission, all pause, all intervening time. 4 The old copy reads time. The emendation is Rowe's

5 i. e encourage, thrust us their instruments forward against the tyrant.

6Ay, but their sense is shut.' The old copy reads 'Ay, but their sense are shut.' Malone has quoted other instances of the same inaccurate grammar, according to modern notions, from Julius Cæsar

The posture of his blows are yet unknown.' And from the hundred and twelfth Sonnet of Shakspeare:

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural
deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physician,—
God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.
Gent,

Good night, good doctor.
[Exeunt.

"In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others' voices, that my adder's sense To critick and to flatterer stopped are.' 7 Lady Macbeth, in her dream, imagines herself talk ing to her husband, who (she supposes) had just said Hell is murky (i. e. hell is a dismal place to go to in consequence of such a deed,) and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice. Hell is murky!-Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afeard? This explanation is by Steevens, and appears to me very judicious.

8 You mar all with this starting.' She is here again alluding to the terrors of Macbeth when the Ghost broke in on the festivity of the banquet.

9 My mind she has mated. Mated,nated, from matte, old French, signified to overcome, con found, dismay, or make afraid.

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