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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 blaft, or heav'ns cherubin hors'd
Upon the fightless courfers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye ;
That tears shall drown the wind I have no spur
To prick the fides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itfelf,
And falls on th'other.

Scene X. True Fortitude. (6) I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more, is none.

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The n.urdering Scene, Macbeth alone. Is this a dagger which I fee before me, The handle tow'rd my hand ? come let me clutch thee, I have thee not, and yet I see thee ftill. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but

(6) I dare, &c.] The whole present scene well deferves a place here, however I shall only beg leave to refer the reader to it. “ 'The arguments, says Jobnson, by which lady Macbeth perfuades her husband to commit 'the murder, afford a proof of Shakespear's knowledge of human nature. She urges the excellence and dignity of courage, a glittering idea, which has dazzled mankind from age to age, and animated sometimes the honse-breaker, and Sometimes the conqueror : but this sophism Macbeth has forever destroyed, by distinguishing true from falle fortitude, in a line and a half, of which it may almost be said, that they ought to be tow immortality on the author, though his other productions had been loft," &c. See his 16th note:

A dag

A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As thi; which now I draw
Thou maríhal'it me the way that I was going ?
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses,
Or etfe worth all the rest I see thee ftill ;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, * gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. --There's no such thing -
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.---- (7) Now o'er one half the world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings : and wither'd murder,
(Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace;

* Gouts, i. e. drops.

(7) Now o'er, &c.] That is, over our hemifpbere all action and motion fiem to bave ceased. This image, which is, perhaps, the moật krik ng that poetry can produce, has been adopted by Dryden, in his Conquiff of Mexico.

All things are hush'd as nature's self lay dead,
The mountains seem to nod their drowsy head :
The little birds in dreams their songs repeat,
And Neeping flow'rs beneath the night-dews sweat ::

Even luft and envy Neep! These lines, though so well known, I have transcribed, that the contrast between them and this passage of Soakespear, may be more accurately observed. - Night is described by two great poets, but one describes a night of quiet, the other of percubation. lp the night of Dryden, all the disturbers of the world are laid aneep : in that of Shakespear, nothing but sorcery, luft, and murder is awake. He that reads vryden, finds himself lull'd with serenity, and dispos'd to solitude and contemplation : he that peruses Shakespear, looks round alarmed, and Itarts to find himself alone, One is the night of a lover, the other that of a murderer. JOHNSON,

With

(8) With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his design
Moves like a ghoft. -(9) Thou found and firm-fet

earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very

ftones

prate of my whereabout;
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it - whilft I threat, he lives

[A bell rings.
I and it is done ; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.

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(8) With, &c.] The reading in the old books is,

With Tarquin's ravishing sides towards, &c. Which Mr. Pope alter'd to that in the text. Mr. Johnson is for reading,

With Tarquin ravishing, slides tow'rd, &c. Because a ravishing pride is an action of violence, impetuosity, and tumult; and because the progression of ghosts is fo different from strides, that it has been in all ages represented to be as Mi ton expresses it,

Smooth siding without step. It seems to me, the poet only speaks of the filence, and secrecy wherewith the ghosts were supposed to move ; and, as when people walk with a stealthy pace, or as it is called on tip-toe, they generally take long Atrides, not stepping frequently, I thould judge firides to be the proper reading ; befide, I think the two verbs coming in that manner together not entirely elegant ; slides towards his design, and moves like a ghoft, seem too near a tautology. I am the more explicit in this paffage, as any remark of so ingenious a person deserves all attention, We may observe, Sbakespear, in his poem of Tarquin and Lucrece, says of Tarquin entring the lady's chamber,

Into the chamber wickedly he stalks. (9) Tbou, &c.] Hear not, О earth, my steps, left thy very Stones should prate, should tell of where I am, and what I am about to perpetrate, and by their prating, or making a noise, take away that filence, the present horror, from the time, which fo well suits with it." For what could be more dreadful to such a mind as Macbeth's, than so universal a filence, when all nature deeply huth'd, muft seem to his guilty mind, as listening to his purpose, and attending to the act he was about to perform?

Enter

Enter Lady. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath

made me bold : What hath quench'd them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark!

peace! It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bell-man, Which gives the stern'ft good night----he is about itThe doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores. I've drugg'd their

poffets,
That death and nature do contend about them.
Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbe:h.
Mach. Who's there? what ho ?

Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd ;
And 'tis not done ; th' attempt and not the deed,
Confounds ushark II laid their daggers ready,
He could not miss 'em-Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had don't-My husband !
Macb. I've done the deed didit thou not heat

a noise ? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak ?

Macb. When ?
Lady. Now.
Macb. As I descended ?
Lady. Ay.
Macb. Hark!--who lies i'ch' second chamber?
Lady. Donalbain.
Maib. This is a forry fight.

(Looks on his hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to say, a sorry fight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one

cry'd murder ! They wak'd each other; and I stood and heard them;

But

But they did say their prayers, and address them
Again to sleep.

Lady. There are two lodg’d together.
Macb, One cry'd, God bless us ! and Amen, the

other ;

As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
When they did say, God blefs us !

Lady Consider it not so deeply.

Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had moft need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat.

Lady. These deeds must not be thought, After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, sleep no

more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep; the innocent sleep i Sleep, chat knits up the raveil'd fleeve of care, (10) The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Lady. What do you mean?

Macb. Still it cry'd, sleep no more, to all the house ; Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall Deep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more ! Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd ? why (11) worthy

Thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think

(10) The Death, &c.) Shakespear frequently speaks of Neep as the image of death : at the end of the 4th Scene in this Act, Macduff calls it death's counterfeit : Jeep that krits up the raveli'd neeve of care-alludes to leav'd filk ravell'd. (11) Why, &c.] Should not this be read,

Why, worthy Thane,

Do you Enbend your noble strength ?
The interrogation seems not only'nécessary, but beautiful.

So

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