I doubt, fome danger does approach you nearly. Be not found here; hence with your little ones. Which is too nigh your perfon. Heav'n preferve you! L. Macd. Whither should I fly? [Exit Messenger. I've done no harm. But I remember now, I'm in this earthly world, where to do harm To fay, I'd done no harm ?-What are thefe faces } Mur. Where is your husband? L. Macd. I hope in no place fo unsanctified, Where fuch as thou may'ft find him. Mur. He's a traitor. Son. Thou ly'ft, thou fhag-ear'd villain. Mur. What, you egg Young fry of treachery? ? Son. He 'as kill'd me, mother, [Stabbing him. Run away, pray you. [Exit L. Macduff, crying Murder 3 [Murderers purfue ber. SCENE changes to the King of England's Palace. Enter Malcolm and Macduff. Mal. Weep our fad bofoms empty. ET us feek out fome defolate fhade, and there Macd. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal fword; and, like good men, Mal. Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; What know, believe; and what I can redress, What you have spoke, it may be fo, perchance; You may deferve of him through me, and wisdom T' appease an angry God. Macd. I am not treacherous. Mal. But Macheth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. I crave your pardon :: Macd. I've loft my hopes. my doubts.. Mal. Perchance, ev'n there, where I did find Why in that rawnefs left you wife and children? Thofe precious motives, thofe ftrong knots of love, Without leave-taking!-I pray you, Let not my jealoufies be your dishonours, But mine own fafeties: you may be rightly juft, Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!! Great tyranny, lay thou thy bafis fure, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs, (36) I'm young, but fomething You may difcern of him through me, &c.] If the whole tenour of the context could not have convinced our blind editors, that we ought to read deferve instead of difcern, (as I have corrected in the text) yet Macduff's anfwer, fure, might have given them fome light ;----I am not treacherous. There is another paffage, in which vice verfa the fame error has been committed upon the other word; K. Lear, (old 4to in 1608) --an eye deferving Thine honour from thy fuff'ring. where the fenfe evidently demands, difcerning P 5 His His title is affear'd. Fare thee well, Lord: Mal. Be not offended; I fpeak not as in abfolute fear of you. I think, our country finks beneath the yoke; Mach. What fhould he be ? Mal. It is myfelf I mean, in whom I know All the particulars of vice fo grafted, ftate That when they fhall be open'd, black Macbeth Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd, Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, falfe, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, fmacking of ev'ry fin All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Macd. Boundless intemperance Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne, And And fall of many kings. But fear not yet And yet feem cold, the time you may fo hoodwink : As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Mal. With this, there grows, In my moft ill-compos'd affection, fuch Macd. This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root (37) Of your mere own. All these are portable, (37) -grows with more pernicious root Than fummer-feeming luft.] Mr. Warburton concurr'd with me in obferving, that fummer-feeming has no manner of fense: We therefore both corrected conjecturally, Than fummer-teeming luft. i. e. the paffion, which lafts no longer than the beat of life, and which goes off in the winter of age. Befides, the metaphor is much more juft by our emendation; for fummer is the feafon in which weeds get ftrength, grow rank, and dilate themselves. 2 Henry VI, Now 'tis the spring, And weeds are fhallow-rooted; fuffer them now, And they'll o'ergrow the garden. The fame image our author in another paffage conveys by an equivalent epithet, fummer-fwelling. 2 Gent. of Verona. Difdain to root the fummer-fwelling flow'r, And make rough winter everlaftingly, P 6 Mal Mal. But I have none; the King-becoming graces, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should All unity on earth. Macd. Oh Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If fuch a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern? No, not to live. Oh, nation miferable, By his own interdiction ftands accurst, And does blafpheme his breed. Thy royal father Was a moft fainted King; the Queen, that bore thee, Oftner upon her knees than on her feet, Dy'd every day fhe liv'd. Oh, fare thee well! Have banish'd me from Scotland. Oh, my breast! Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion, Child of integrity, hath from my foul Wip'd the black fcruples; reconcil'd my thoughts I am yet |