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Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech. How

goes it?

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witnessed the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power afoot.
Now is the time of help! Your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.

Be it their comfort,
We are coming thither. Gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men;
An older, and a better soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.

Would I could answer
This comfort with the like! but I have words,
That would be howled out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch ? them.

What concern they? The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief, Due to some single breast? Rosse.

No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe ; though the main part Pertains to you alone. Macd.

If it be mine,
Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it.
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for-

Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.

Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, and

babes, Savagely slaughtered: to relate the manner,

1 To latch (in the north) signifies the same as to catch. Thus also Golding, in his translation of the first book of Ovid's Metamorphoses :

" As though he would, at everie stride, betweene his teeth hir latch." ? " Or is it a fee-grief,” a peculiar sorrow, a grief that hath but a single owner.

Were, on the quarry' of these murdered deer,
To add the death of

you. Mal.

Merciful Heaven !
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Macd. My children, too?

Wife, children, servants, all
That could be found.

And I must be from thence! My wife killed too? Rosse.

I have said.

Be comforted.
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

Macd. He has no children.—All my pretty ones?
Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite !-All?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop ?

Mal. Dispute it like a man.

I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.- Did Heaven look on,
And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! Naught that I am,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let

grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart; enrage it.

Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue

! -But, gentle Heavens,


? Quarry, the game after it is killed; it is a term used both in hunting and falconry. The old English term querre, is used for the square spot wherein the dead game was deposited. Quarry is also used for the game pursued.

2 « At one fell swoop.Swoop, from the verb to swoop or sweep, is the descent of a bird of prey on his quarry.

3 i. e. contend with your present sorrow like a man.

goes manly.

Cut short all intermission : front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

This tune?
Come, go we to the king: our power is ready ;
Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you

may; The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt.



SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.

Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentlewoman.

Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report.

When was it she last walked?

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.–In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say ?

Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her.

1 Au intermission, all pause, all intervening time.
2 The old copy reads time. The emendation is Rowe's.

3 i e. encourage, thrust us, their instruments, forward against the tyrant.


Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you should.

Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech.

Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. Lo you, here she comes! this is her very guise ; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

Doct. How came she by that light?

Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by her continually ; 'tis her command.

Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

Doct. What is it she does now ? Look, how she rubs her hands.

Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Lady M. Out, damned spot! Out, I say!-One, Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is murky! -Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afеard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ?

Doct. Do you mark that?

Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? -What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?


1 “Ay, but their sense is shut.” The old copy reads " Ay, but their sense are shut.” Malone has quoted other instances of the same inaccurate grammar.

2 Lady Macbeth, in her dream, imagines herself talking to her husband, who (she supposes) had just said Hell is murky (i. e. hell is a dismal placé to go to in consequence of such a deed), and repeats his words in contempt of his cowardice.--"Hell is murky! –Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?"

No more o' that, my lord, no more o’that; you mar all with this starting

Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

Gent. She has spoke what she should not; I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has known.

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!

Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.

Doct. Well, well, well,
Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale.--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot coine out of his grave.

Doct. Even so!

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Exit LADY MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to bed ? Gent. Directly

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles ; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her.—So, good night.

1 « You mar all with this starting." She is here again alluding to the terrors of Macbeth when the ghost broke in on the festivity of the banquet VOL. III


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