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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,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wip'd the black scruples; reconcil'd my thoughts

To thy good truth and honour. Devilith Macbethane
By many of these trains hath fought to win me
Into his powr: and modest wisdom plucks nie.
From over-credulous hafte; But God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put mylelf to thy direction, and
Unspeak mire ovn detraction; here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman, nev was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine owns

At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth, than life: my first false-speaking
Was this upon my!elf. What I am truly,
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : ;
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was setting forth.
Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you filent?

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;
A most miraculous work in this good King,
Which often since my here-remain in England
I've seen him do. How he sollicits heav'n,
Himself best knows; but itrangely-visited people,
Alkfwoln and ulc'rous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers; and 'tis spoken, (38).

TO (38)

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
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
That speak him full of grace.

Enter Rosse
Macd. See, who comes here!
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not.
Macd. My ever-gentle coufin, welcome hither.

Mal. I know him now. Good God betimes remove The means that makes us strangers !

Rolle. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

Rolle. 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 seen 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.

Macd. Oh, relation
Too nice,' and yet too true!

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 ?
Rolje. Why, well.-
Macd. And all my children?
Rose. Well too.
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

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

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Role. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave'ém.
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes it?"

Rolle. When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Of many worthy fellows that were out,
Which was to my belief witness’d the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot ;
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, and make women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.

Mal. Be't their comfort
We're coming thither : gracious England hath (39)
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men ;
An older, and a better foldier, none
That Christendom gives out.

Rofe. 'Would, I could answer
This comfort with the like! But I have words,
That would be howl'd out in the desart air,
Where hearing should not catch them.

Macd. What concern they?

gracious England bath
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men.] This Siward was Earl
of Northumberland; and an approv'd old soldier. But it was not for
this reason alone, probably, that Edward the confeffor appointed him
his General against Macberb: but because the Early by his daughter,
was nearly link'd with Malcolm's family. We find Malcolm aftere.
wards calling him uncle. It may not be displeasing to the curious if
I Subjoin a pedigree, which will at one view shew Siward's relation
to Malcolm, and Macbetb's to the Scctch crown.

Malcome II.
had two daughters

Beatrice, who married Crinen;.

and Doada, who mas. by whom she had

ried Sinel

Earl of Duncan ; who, marrying

Glamis; Siward's daughters

by whom she had by her he had

Malcolm Cammoir.
So that Duncan and Macbetb were fifters' children; and Siward was
Blalcolni's grandfather by the mother's side,


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The gen'ral cause ? or is it a fee grief,
Due to some single breaft?

Roffe. No mind, that's honest,
Bat-in it shares some woe; though the main part:
Pertains to you alone.

Macd. If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

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!
Role. Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence! my wife kill'd too!
koffe. I've said.

Mal. Be comforted.
Let's make us med’cines of our great revenge, (46)

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:


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