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Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Lady. Help me hence, ho! [Seeming to faint.
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here,
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
Ban. Look to the Lady; (Lady Macbeth is carried out,
Macb. So do I.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot,
Old M. Within the volume of which time, I've seen
SCENE, the Outside of Macbeth's Castle.
Enter Roffe, with an Old Max.
Hours dreadful, and things. ftrange; but this fore night
Role. Ah, good father,
Threaten this bloody ftage: by tho clock, "tis day;
Old M. -'Tis unnatural,
certain ! (19)
Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
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.
Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride.
Roje. They did fo: to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't.
the world, Sir, now?
Rose. Alas, the day!
Macd. They were suborn'd;
Roje. Gainst nature still ;-
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone,
Rolle. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd, Carried to Colmes-bill,
Role. Will you to Scone ?
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there, (adieu ;) Left our old robes fit easier than our new !
Rolle. Farewel, father.
and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.
SCENE, an Apartment in the Palace,
The weïrd women promis'd; and, I fear,
Lenox, Rosse, Lords and Attendants.
Lady. If he had been forgotten,
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, Sir,
Ban. Lay your Highness'
this afternoon ? Ban. Ay, my good Lord.
Macb. We should have else defir'd
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
Macb. Fail not our feast.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
Ban. Ay, my good Lord; our time does call upon use
Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot:
[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) I.et 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,”