I put myself to thy direction, and No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, once, "Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I pray you? Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure: their malady convinces2 The great assay of art; but, at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend. Mal. I thank you, doctor. Exit Doctor. 'Tis call'd the evil; Macd. What's the disease he means? A most miraculous work in this good king: 2 - convinces―] i. e. overpowers, subdues. Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Macd. Enter Rosse. 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! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 3 The mere despair of surgery, he cures;] Dr. Percy, in his notes on The Northumberland Houshold Book, says, "that our ancient kings even in those dark times of superstition, do not seem to have affected the cure of the king's evil.-This miraculous gift was left to be claimed by the Stuarts: our ancient Plantagenets were humbly content to cure the cramp." In this assertion, however, the learned editor of the above curious volume has been betrayed into a mistake, by relying too implicitly on the authority of Mr. Anstis. The power of curing the king's evil was claimed by many of the Plantagenets. a golden stamp, &c.] This was the coin called an angel, of the value of ten shillings. My countryman; but yet I know him not.] Malcolm discovers Rosse to be his countryman, while he is yet at some distance from him, by his dress. This circumstance loses its propriety on our stage, as all the characters are uniformly represented in English habits. STEEVENS. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Macd. Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. O, relation, What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; 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 tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Mal. That Christendom gives out. Rosse. 'Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words, What concern they? Macd. Rosse. Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Merciful heaven! Mal. 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. Macd. My children too? Rosse. That could be found. 6 Wife, children, servants, all should not latch them.] To latch any thing, is to lay hold of it. 7 -fee-grief,] A peculiar sorrow; a grief that hath a single owner. The expression is, at least to our ears, very harsh. It must be allowed that, in both the foregoing instances, the Attorney has been guilty of a flat trespass on the Poet. 8 Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,] Quarry is a term used both in hunting and falconry. In both sports it means the game after it is killed. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all?-O, hell-kite!-All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Mal. Dispute it like a man. But I must also feel it as a man: I shall do so; I cannot but remember that such things were, 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 heaven, Cut short all intermission;' front to front, 9 At one fell swoop?] Swoop is the descent of a bird of prey on his quarry. time. Cut short all intermission;] i. e. all pause, all intervening |