« PreviousContinue »
But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
Outside Macbeth's castle.
Enter Ross and an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember
Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange ; but this sore
night Hath trifled former knowings. Ross.
Ah, good father,
strange and certain 4. trifled, reduced to insig- night in any parte of the realme, nificance.
but stil was the skie couered 61. Some of these details with continual clowdes.' are borrowed from Holinshed's account of the murder of King
12. towering In falconry, Duf. He relates :-'For the
to 'rise spirally to a height' space of vi moneths together
(Harting). after the haynous murder was 12. place, 'pitch,' i.e. the committed, there appeared no height reached by the falcon Sunne by day, nor Moone by before swooping.
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
'Tis said they eat each other. Ross. They did so, to the amazement of mine
eyes That look'd upon 't.
Here comes the good Macduff. How goes the world, sir, now? Macd.
Why, see you not ? Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody
Alas, the day!
They were suborn'd:
'Gainst nature still !
Macd. He is already named, and gone to Scone
Where is Duncan's body?
Will you to Scone ? 15. minions, choicest speci- Perth, at which the Scottish mens, 'pearl,' or 'flower.' kings were crowned. The town, near
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Well, I will thither.
there : adieu !
Ross. Farewell, father.
those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes !
MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, Ross, Lords,
Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. 10. Sennet, a set of notes cing the approach or departure played on the trumpet, announ- of a procession.
If he had been forgotten,
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
Let your highness
Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
Fail not our feast.
Macb. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, When therewithal we shall have cause of state Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you ? Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call
upon 's. Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
[Exit Banquo. 40 Let every man be master of his time
13. all-thing, wholly.
Till seven at night: to make society
[Exeunt all but Macbeth, and an Attendant.
To be thus is nothing;
57. Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, ii. 3. 18-22.
65. filed, defiled.
soul. Cf. Rich. II. i. I. 180 :
chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.