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In drops of forrow. Sons, kinsmen, Thanes,
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you;
King. My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step, On which I muft fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Afide. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep defires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
King. True, worthy Banquo ; he is full fo valiant; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone
before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman.
SCENE, changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's
Castle, at Inverness.
HEY met me in the day of succefs; and I
have learn’d by the perfečtest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in de fire to question them further, they made themselves air, inta awhich they vanisk d. While I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came Misives from the King, who all-haild me Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with hail, King that shalt be! This have I thought good to
deliver thee (my deareft partner of greatness) that thou might'A not lose the dues of rejoycing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis’d thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor--and salt 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 wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldA highly, That wouldīt thou holily; wouldt not play false, And yet wouldit wronglywin. Thou'dft have,greatGlamis, That which cries, “ thus thou must do, if thou have it; “ And that which rather thou doft fear to do, “ Than wilheft should be undone.” Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chaftile 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?
Mes. The King comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
Mes. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming,
Lady. Give him tending; He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Mejo That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill mè, from the crown to th' toe, top-full Of direct cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up th' access and passage to remorse,
That-no compunctious visitings of nature
Macb. Dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence?
Lady. Oh, never
(12) Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men May read frange matters to beguile the Time. Look like the Time,] I have ventur’d, against the Authority of all the copies, to alter the pointing of this passage : and, I hope, with fome certainty. The Lady certainly means, that Macbeth looks fo full of thought and solemn reflection upon the purpos’d act, that, the fears, people may comment upon the reason of his gloom: and therefore 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 Macbetb says, in a fubsequent scene;
Away and rock the time with fairesi Shew. So Macduff says to Malcolm.
the time you may lo boodwirk. 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,
SCENE, before Macbeth's Castle Gate.
Hautbays and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donatbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus,
and Attendants. King HIS castle hath a pleasant feat; the air
Unto our gentle 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 Hostess! The love that follows us, sometimes is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid god-eyld us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
Lady. All our service (In every point twice done, and then done double,) Were poor
and single business to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
Lady. Your servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
SCENE, changes to an Apartment in
Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers servants with dishes and
service over the 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 furcease, success; 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 bere, upon this bank and school of Time. ] Bank and school. What a monstrous couplement, as Don Armade says, is here of heterogeneous ideas ! I have ventured to amend, which restores a consonance of images,
on this bank and focal of time. i. e. this hallow, this narrow ford of human life, opposed to the great abyss of eternity. This Word has occurr'd again, before, io us in the life of King Henry VIIith. And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour.