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Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now i'th' olden


Ére human statute purg?d the gen’ral weal ;
Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform d
Too terrible for th’ear: the times have been,
'That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again
With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns,.
And pufh us from our stools ; this is more strange
Than such a murther is.

Lady. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends to lack you.

Macb. I do forget.
Do not mufe at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To thofe that know me. Come, love and health

to an
Then I'll sit down : give me some wine, fill full.
I drink to th' general joy of the whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

· [The ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth

hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou doft glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom ; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear.
The arm'd rhinoceros or Hyrcanian tyger,



Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shail never tremble: or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow !
Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why, so,-—-being gone,

[The ghoft vanishes.. I am a man again ; pray you, fit ftill. [Tbe lords rise. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good

meeting With moft admir'd disorder.

Macb. (14) Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder ? You make me strange
Ev'n to the disposition that (15) I owe,
When now I think, you can behold such fights ;
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear,

Roffe. What fights my lord ?
Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worse and

worse ;
Question enrages him : at once, good night.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majefty !
Lady. Good night, to all.

[Exeunt lords.

(14) Can, &c.) Mr. Warburton's alteration of this passage is very wonderful nothing can be plainer than the meaning of it ; “ Can such things be, can such dreadful fights as this of the ghost come over us, overcast us like a dreadful black summer cloud, without our fhewing any amazement, without being at all moved at it?"

(5) That I owe.] Mr. Johnson here would read know : Though I had before seen many instances of your courage, yet it now appears in a Degree altogether new : So that my long acquaintance with your disposition, does not hinder me from that attonishment which novelty produces."


Macb. It will have blood, (they say) blood will have

blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood (16) relations, have By magpies, and by coughs, and rooks brought

forth The secret'ft man of blood.


Witches, their Power.

(17) I conjure you, by that which you profess, (How e'er you come to know it) answer me. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yefty waves Confound and swallow navigation up ; Though bladed corn be lodgd, and trees blown

down, Though castles topple on their warders heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations ; though the treasure * Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till deitruction ficken ; answer me To what I ask you.

SCENE IV. Malcolm’s Character of himself.

Mal. But I have none; the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, itableness, Bounty, persev'rance, mercy, lowliness,

(16) Relations. By the word relation, is understood the connection of effects with causes ; to understand relations as an augur, is to know how those things relate to each other, which have no visible combination or dependance, JOHNSON. (+7) See Vol. 1. p. 116, and n. 21. See king Lear, p. 125. n. 15.



Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them ; but abound
In the division of each several crime,
Ading it 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. Oh Scotland! Scotland !

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : I'm as I have spoken.

Macd. Fit to govern ? No, not to live. Oh, 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 accurst, And does blaspheme his breed. Thy royal father Was a inost sainted king; the queen that bore thee, Oftner upon her knees than on her feet, * Dy'd every day she liv'd. Oh! fare thee well! 'I hefè evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Have banish'd me from Scotland.

Oh, my breaft! Thy hope ends here.

Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black fcruples ; reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath fought to win me Into his pow'r: and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste; but God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put my self to thy direction, and * Unspeak mine own detraction ; here abjure

* Dy'd, &c.] This is plainly taken from St. Paul, I die daily. * See the whole scene.


The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For ftrangers 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 firft falfe-speaking
Was this upon myself. What I am truly,
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command.

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SCENE VI. An opprefi'd Country.

Alas, poor country,
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be call’d our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once feen to smile:
Where fighs and groans, and shrieks that rend the air,
Are made, not mark'd; where violent forrow seems
A modern ecstasy: the dead-man's knell
Is there scarce ask'd, for whom: and good mens lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying, or ere they ficken.
Macduff, on the Murder of his Wife and Children,

Roffe. 'Would, I could answer
This comfort with the like! but I have words,
That would be howl'd out in the defart air,
Where hearing should not catch them. **09

Macd. What concern they?
The gen'ral cause? or is it a fee grief,
Due to some single breast?

Rolle. No mind, that's honest,
But in it shares some woe ; tho' the main part
Pertains to you alone.
Macd. If it be mine,



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