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Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage, to make's love known?

Lady. Help me hence, ho! [Seeming to faint.
Macd. Look to the Lady.

Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?

Don. What should be spoken here,
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole,
May ruh, and seize us ? Let's away, our tears
Are not yet brew'd.

Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
The foot of motion.

Ban. Look to the Lady; (Lady Macbeth is carried out,
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That fuffer in exposure ; let us meet,
And question this moft bloody piece of work,
To ow it further. Fears and scruples thake us :
In the great hand of God I stand, and thenice,
Against the undivulg'd pretence I'fight
Of treas'nous malice.

Macb. So do I.
All. So, all.

Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i'th' hall together.
All. Well contented.

Mal. What will you do? let's not confort with them :
To sew an unfelt sorrow, is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.'

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer ; where we are,
There's daggers in mens smiles ; the near in blooda
The nearer bloody.

Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted; and our fafest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away; there's warrant in that theft,
Which feals itself when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt.


Old M. Within the volume of which time, I've seen

SCENE, the Outside of Macbeth's Castle.

Enter Roffe, with an Old Max.
Hreescore and ten I can remember well,

Hours dreadful, and things. ftrange; but this fore night
Hath trifled former knowings.

Role. Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heav'ns, as troubled with man's act,

Threaten this bloody ftage: by tho clock, "tis day;
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
- When living light should kiss it ?

Old M. -'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday lat,
A faulcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawkt at, and killd.
Rose. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and

certain ! (19)
Beauteous and swift, the minions of the race,
Turn’d wild in nature, broke their falls, Aung out,"
Contending 'gainit obedience, as they would
Make war with man.

Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
(19) And Duncan's borses, ra thing moft strange and certain !)
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,]

I am pretty certain, all the copies have err’d, one after another, in this reading : -and that I have restor*d the true one. does not mean, that they were the best of their breed; but that they were excellent racers.: in which sense he very poetically calls them, the minions of the race. This is a mode of expression, which he seems very fond of. So, before, in this play,

Like valoir's minion, carved out his paffage, King Jolin.

Fortune shall cull forth

Out of one side her happy minion.
Ist Henry IV.

Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride.
And again.;
Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the $2001,


The poet


Roje. They did fo: to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't.

Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good Macduff.

the world, Sir, now?
Macd. Why, see you not?
Rolle. Is’t known, who did this more than bloody deed ?
Macd. Those, that Macbeth hath flain,

Rose. Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend ?

Macd. They were suborn'd;
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the King's two fons,
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Roje. Gainst nature still ;-
Thriftless ambition ! that will ravin up
Thine own life's means.Then 'tis most like,
The Sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth ?

Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone,
To be invested.

Rolle. Where is Duncan's body?

Macd, Carried to Colmes-bill,
The sacred storehouse of his Predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.

Role. Will you to Scone ?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Rolle. Well, I will thither.

Macd. Well, may you see things well done there, (adieu ;) Left our old robes fit easier than our new !

Rolle. Farewel, father.
Old M. God's benison with


and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.




SCENE, an Apartment in the Palace,


Enter Banquo.
Hou hast it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all

The weïrd women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou plaid'ft moft foully fort : yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? but, hush, no more.
Trumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth,

Lenox, Rosse, Lords and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Lady. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feaft,
And all things unbecoming.

Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, Sir,
And I'll request your presence.

Ban. Lay your Highness'
Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a mot indissoluble tye
For ever knit.
Macb. Ride you

this afternoon ? Ban. Ay, my good Lord.

Macb. We should have else defir'd
Your good advice (which still hath been both grave
And prosperous) in this day's council; but
We'll take to-morrow. Is it far


ride ? Ban. As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My Lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland; not confeffing

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 to horse : adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you. ?

Ban. Ay, my good Lord; our time does call upon use

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot:
And so I do commend you to their becks.

[Exit Banquos Let ev'ry man be master of his time (20)

Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself 'Till supper-time alone : 'till then, God be with you.

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords

Manent Macbeth, and a Servant. Sirrah, a word with you : attend those men Our pleasure?

Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace-gate. Mucb. Bring them before us -To be thus, is nothing;

[Exit Servant. But to be safely thus.---Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that, which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,

(20) ev'ry man be master of bis time 'Till seven at night, to make society The jzveeter welcome : We will keep cur self 'Tudjupper-time alone.] I am furpriz’d, none of the editors should quarrei' with the pointing. How could ev'ry man's being master of his own time 'till night, make society then the sweeter? for, fo, every mán might have gone into company in the mean while, and poll’d himself for the night's entertainment. My regulation, I dare warrant, retrieves the poet's meaning. “ Let every man (says the “ King,) be master of his own time 'till seven o'clock: and that I

may have the stronger enjoyment of your companies then, I'll “ abtain from all company 'tili fupper-time,”


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