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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.
Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Mef. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming.
One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.

Lady. Give him tending;
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,

Exit Mef:
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battiements. Come, all you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, ansex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full
Of direct cruelty; make thick my blood,
Ştop up th' access and pastage to remorse,
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That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th' effect, and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters !
Where-ever in your fightless substances
You wait on nature's mifchief.--Come, thick night!
And pall thee in the dunnelt smoak of hell,

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,
Durcan comes here to-night.

Lady. And when goes hence
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposesi

Lady, Qh, never
Shall fun that morrow see!
Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men (12)
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the cime; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower,

(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,
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch,
Which Hall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely fovereign fway and masterdom.

Macb. We will speak further.

Lady. Only look up clear:
To alter favour, ever, is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me.


SCENE, before Macbeth's Castle Gate,

King. T

Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donald bain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus,

and Attendants.
HIS castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentie senses.

Ban. This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his lov'd manfionry that heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutting frieze,
Buttrice, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d,
The air is delicate..

Enter Lady,
King. See, see! our honour'd Hoftefs!
The love that follows us, sometimes is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid god-yeld us for your painsy,
And thank us for your trouble..

Lady. All our service-
(In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single bufiness to contend
Against thofe honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your Majesty loads our house.. For those of old,


And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.

King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We courft him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well,
And his great love, (sharp as his spur) hath holp him
To's home before us; fair and noble Hostess,
We are your gueft to-night.

Lady. Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

King. Give me your
Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly;
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, Hofless.



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
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With its surcease, succefs ; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all-

here, (13)
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. -But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions; which, being taught, return
To plague th' inventor. Even-handed justice

(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
To our own lips. He's here in double trust :
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed: Then, as his Hoft,
Who should against his murd'rer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues-
Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongu'd against
The deep damnation of his taking off:
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heav'n's cherubin hors d (14)
Upon the fightless coursers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye;
That tears Thall drown the wind.--I have no fpur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on th' other

Enter. Lady Macbeth.
How now? what news ?

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.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sort of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside fo foon,

Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest yourself? hath it slept fince?
And wakes it now, to look fo green
At what it did fo freely from this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? wouldst thou have that,

(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.

Mr. Warburton,

and pale

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