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deliver thee (my dearest partner of greatness) that thou might's not lose the dues of rejoycing, by being ignorant of wbat greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor -and shalt be What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o'th' milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldit be great ; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldit highly, That would it thou holily; wouldft not play false, And yet wouldft wrongly
win. Thou'd ft bave, great Glamis, That which cries, " thus thou must do, if thou have it; " And that which rather thou dost fear to do, " Than wifheft should be undone.” Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Enter Messenger. What is your tidings?
Mef. The King comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou’rt mad to say it.
Mef. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming.
Lady. Give him tending;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !
Enter Macbeth.. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing bima Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ign'rant present time, and I feel now The future in the instant.
Macb. Dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence
Lady, Qh, never
(12) Your face, my Thane, is as a book, wbere men May read frange matters 10 beguile the Time. Look like the Time, ) I have ventur'd againft the Authority of all the copies, to alter the pointing of this passage : and, I hope, with foine certainty. The Lady certainly means, that Mecbetb looks so full of thought and folemn reflection upon the purpos’d act, that, the fears, people may comment upon the reafon of his-gloom : and therefure desires him, in order to take off and prevent such comments, to wear a face of pleasure and.entertainment; and look like : the time, the better to deceive the time. So Macbeth says, in a fubsequent scenę į
Away and mock the time with faireft Sbew, So Macduff fays to Malcolm,
the time you may fo boodwink. i. e, blind the eye of observation, and so deceive people's thoughts. .
But be the serpent under't. He, that's coming,
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear:
SCENE, before Macbeth's Castle Gate,
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donald bain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus,
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Ban. This guest of summer,
Lady. All our service-
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
Lady. Your servants ever
King. Give me your
SCENE, changes to an Apartment in
Macbeth's Castle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers fervants with dishes and
service over tbe Stage. Then Macbeth. Macb.
F it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if th' assassination
(13) But here, upon this bank and school of Time.] Bank and scbool What a monstrous couplement, as Don Armada says, is here of heterogeneous ideas ! I have ventured to amend, which restores a confonance of images,
- on this bank and shoal of time. i, e. this shallow, this narrow ford of human life, opposed to the great abyss of eternity. This Word has occurr'd again, before, to us in the life of King Henry VIIIth. And founded all the depths and foals of honour.
Returns th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice
Enter. Lady Macbeth.
Lady. He's almost fupp'd; why have you left the Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
[chamber? Lady. Know you not, he has ?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
(14)— or heav'n's cherubin bors’d upon the sigbtless couriers of the air.) But the cherubin is the courier; so that he can't be said to be bors’d upon another courier. We must read, therefore, coursers.