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Mal. But I have none; the King-becoming graces,, As justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness, Bunty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude; I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it inany 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 am as I have spoken.
Macd. Fit to govern ? No, not to live. Oh, nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody-fceptred! When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accurft, And does blafpheme his breed. Thy royal father Was a most sainted King; the Queen, that bore thee. Ofiner upon her knees than on her feet, Dy'd every day she liv'd. Oh, fare thee well! These evils, thou repeat'it upon thyself, Have banish'd me from Scotland. Oh,
my breast ! Thy hope ends here.
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
To thy good truth and honour. Devilith Macbethane
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
Macd. Sach welcome, and unwelcome things, at once. Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon. Comes the King forth, L:
pray you; Doet. Ay, Sir; there are a crew of wretched fouls,.. That stay his cure; their malady convinces The great assay of art. But at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, They presently amend,
[Exit Mal. I thank you, Doctor. Macd. What's the disease he means ?
Mal. 'Tis callid the evil;
and 'uis Spokin, Taide succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction.] Mr. Warburton acutely observ'd to me upon this passage, that as, it must be own’d, Shakespeare is often, guilty of moft ftrange absirdiiies; 10, on the other hand, in this inAtance he has artfully avoided one. He had a mind to hint, that the cure of the evil was to descend to the successors in the royal line. But the confifor was the first, who pretended to this gift: How then could it be at that time generally spoken of, that the gift was to be, bered in
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
Mal. I know him now. Good God betimes remove The means that makes us strangers !
Rolle. Sir, Amen.
Rolle. Alas, poor country,
Macd. Oh, relation
Mal. What's the newest grief?
Rofe. That of an hour's age doth biss the speaker, Each minute teems a new one..
Macd. How does my wife ?
tary ? ----This he has solv'd by insinuating, that Edward had a heavenly gift of propbecy; by which he was inform’d, the cure should remain in his pofierity. 'Tis certain, he was resolv'd to throw in the tradition as a compliment to K. James 1. who was very fond of practiting this fuperftition; and, 1 doubt not, had great faith in the fünstity.of his hand upon this occafion
Role. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave'ém.
Rolle. When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Mal. Be't their comfort
Rofe. 'Would, I could answer
Macd. What concern they?
gracious England bath
Beatrice, who married Crinen;.
and Doada, who mas. by whom she had
Earl of Duncan ; who, marrying
Glamis; Siward's daughters
by whom she had by her he had
The gen'ral cause ? or is it a fee grief,
Roffe. No mind, that's honest,
Macd. If it be mine,
Rolle. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard.
Macd. Hum! I guess at it.
Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd, your wife and babes : Savågely flaughter'd; to relate the manner, Were on the quarry of these murder'd deer To add the death of
you. Mal. Merciful heav'n! What, man.! ne'er pull your
upon your brows; Give forrow words; the grief, that does not speak,, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Macd. My children too!
Mal. Be comforted.
Тог (40) Let's make us med"cines of our great revenges
To cure the deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.----] This may appear at firft fight very abrupt, and foreign to the sentiment we must suppose the speaker then agitated with. But, on examination, we shall have reason to confess it an instance of our author's great knowledge of nature. Old Hobbes has observ'd, that we always think in a chain, and that our. ideas are concatenated one with another. We shall find this observation very, true in the instance before us. Mucduff's thoughts are all employ'd now on revenge: He first confiders the manner of it: and, in his first trapsports, nothing appears so suitable as retaliation: but this brings him to reflect, that he can't have it be e, for that Macbeth had no children: on which he breaks out into this sorrowful reficētion.
Mr. Warburton. We must, indeed, acknowledge this sentiment to have its source fiam the reflection of an intended revenge ; or from an other reAuction purely of tenderness, that if Macbeth had had any childre: