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Introductory Remarks

RE-EMINENT, even among the tragic creations of

Shakspere, stands the magnificent " MACBETH;"its foundations deep in the darkest recesses of the human heart-its every buttress and pinnacle,

“ jutty, frieze, and coigne of vantage,” radiant with the golden light that streams in prodigal abund

ance from the most poetic of imaginations. All the constituents of a perfect tragedy are here combined, with a degree of success never probably before attained, and certainly not since. In this great drama, we find incident ever changing, congruous, progressive, and interesting; character richly diversified and exquisitely portrayed ; dialogue teeming with every species of excellence; and, to crown all, moral teaching of the highest and purest tendency-not obviously obtruded, like the doctor's drench, but rapturously inhaled without an effort of the will, as the infant derives sustenance from the maternal bosom, unknowing of the great results to which its instincts are subservient. Philosophy delights to dwell on the profound thought, the practical wisdom, evolved from the speakers by the various exigences to which the progress of the plot in turn exposes them; Poetry

revels in contemplation of the priceless jeweis here collected to enrich her treasury ; while Religion, pointing to the guilt-struck murderer,“ listening the fear" of the sleeping grooms (conscious the while that he himself has slept his last), proclaims the poet her beloved ally; and reading her sternest lessons by the hallowed taper of fiction, needs no stronger evidence to warn the waverer from the lures of unholy and inordinate desire.

The “ great argument” of “Macbeth” is derived from Holinshed's “HISTORY OF SCOTLAND.” The story in itself is highly interesting, and has been expressly pointed out by Buchanan, as forming an eligible subject for the drama. The principal incidents on which the play is founded are briefly stated by the commentators, to this effect :-Malcolm II., King of Scotland, had two daughters, the eldest married to Crinan, father of Duncan (thane of the Isles and western parts of Scotland); and on the death of Malcolm without male issue, Duncan succeeded him. The second daughter of Malcolm married Sinel (thane of Glamis), the father of Macbeth. Duncan married either the daughter or sister of Siward, Earl of Northumberland, and was murdered by his cousin-german Macbeth, in the Castle of Inverness. According to Boethius, this event took place in 1045, in the seventh year of Duncan's reign. Macbeth then usurped the crown, and was himself slain by Macduff, in conformity with the play, in 1061 ; having thus reigned during the long period of sixteen years. Dramatic justice, however, required that punishment should overtake his crime with swifter wing. In the chronicle, also, Shakspere found hints for the terrific character of Lady Macbeth, who is represented as strongly instigating her husband to the destruction of his sovereign, and as a woman“ very ambitious, burning in unquenchable desire to bear the name of a Queen.” With what surpassing power this rough material has been wrought upon, all can feel, but who can hope adequately to describe ?

"Macbeth” was first printed in the original folio (1623). It is generally supposed to have been written in or about 1606. Three years previously, James I. ascended the English throne; and this circumstance possibly turned the poet's attention to Scottish history.

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Scene II.-A Camp near Fores. Alarum within.

They smack of honour both.—Go, get him sur

geons. (Exit Soldier, attended. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, DonalBAIN, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding

Enter Rosse.
Soldier.

Who comes here?
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So The newest state.

should he look Mal. This is the sergeant,

That seems to speak things strange. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Rosse. God save the King ! 'Gainst my captivity :—Hail, brave friend ! Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane? Say to the King the knowledge of the broil, Rosse. From Fife, great king, As thou didst leave it.

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Sold. Doubtful it stood;

And fan our people cold.
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
(Worthy to be a rebel; for to that

The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict; The multiplying villanies of nature

Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapped in proof, Do swarm upon him) from the western isles Confronted him with self-comparisons, Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied ;

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, And Fortune, on his damnéd quarrel smiling, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, Shewed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak; | The victory fell on us.For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), Dun. Great happiness! Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Rosse. That now Which smoked with bloody execution,

Sweno, the Norways' king craves composition ; Like valour's minion, carved out his passage, Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he faced the slave;

Till he disburséd, at Saint Colmés' inch, And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, | Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps, Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall And fixed his head upon our battlements.

deceive Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! | Our bosom interest.—Go, pronounce his present Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

death, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; And with his former title greet Macbeth. So from that spring, whence comfort seemed to

Rosse. I'll see it done. come,

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland,

[Exeunt. mark: No sooner justice had, with valour armed, Compelled these skipping kernes to trust their

Scene III.- A Heath. heels; But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

Thunder. Enter the three Witches. With furbished arms and new supplies of men,

1st Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? Began a fresh assault.

2nd Witch. Killing swine. Dun. Dismayed not this

3rd Witch. Sister, where thou? Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

1st Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her Sold. Yes;

lap, As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. And mounched, and mounched, and mounched :If I say sooth, I must report they were

“Give me," quoth I: As cannons overcharged with double cracks; “ Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. So they

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe;

Tiger:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
Or memorise another Golgotha,

And, like a rat without a tail,
I cannot tell.

I 'll do, I 11 do, and I'll do. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy 1st Witch. Thou art kind. wounds;

3rd Witch. And I another.

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1st Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
l' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his penthouse lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary seven nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.

2nd Witch. Shew me, shew me.

Ist Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrecked as homeward he did come.

[Drum within. 3rd Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.

AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace !-the charm's wound up.

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours nor your hate.

1st Witch. Hail !
2nd Witch. Hail !
3rd Witch. Hail !
1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2nd Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3rd Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou

be none : So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

1st Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail ! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me

more! By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence; or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting.–Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? Macb. Into the air; and what seemed corporal,

melted As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Ban. Were such things here as we do speak

about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's

here?

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is 't called to Fores? What are

: these, So withered, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't?—Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand

me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. Macb. Speak if you can: What are you? 1st Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,

thane of Glamis ! 2nd Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,

thane of Cawdor! 3rd Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be

king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to

fear Things that do sound so fair ?–1' the name of

truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not,

Enter Rosse and Angus.
Rosse. The King hath happily received, Mac-

beth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail,
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And poured them down before him.

Ang. We are sent To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

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