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Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion,
Wip'd the black scruples; reconcil'd my thoughts
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
No less in, truth than life. My first false fpeaking
Is thine and my poor country's to command;
Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was fetting forth...
Now we 'll together, and the chance of goodness
y The three laft fo's, R. P. and H. women for woman.
z The three last fo's, forfwore.
a First f. they for tby.
e W. fays, Shakespeare certainly wrote [appoint, i. e. at the place appointed, at the rendezvous.
d H. our for the.
b The fo's, Already.
Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Well; more anon. Comes the King forth, I pray you?
Doct. Ay, Sir; there are a crew of wretched fouls, That ftay his cure; their malady convinces
The great affay of art. But, at his touch,
Such fanctity hath heaven given his hand,
Mal. I thank you, Doctor.
Macd. What's the difeafe he means?
A most miraculous work in this good King,
The healing benediction. With this ftrange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
And fundry bleffings hang about his throne,
That fpeak him full of grace.
e H. in for of.
F convinces for defeats, overcomes.
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not.
Mal. I know him now. Good God betimes remove
The means that makes us ftrangers!
Roffe. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
Roffe. Alas, poor country,
Almoft afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
Where fighs and groans, and flaricks that rend the air.
A modern ecftafy; the dead man's knell
Is there scarce afk'd, for who; and good men's lives
Dying, or ere they, ficken.
Macd. Oh relation
Too nice,, and yet too true!
g The three last fo's and R. The means, the means that, &c.
make for makes,
i The fo's and C. rent for rend.
k P. and all after, except C. whom for who.
Roffe. That of an hour's age doth bifs the speaker:
Each minute teems a new one.
Macd. How does my wife?
Roffe. Why, well.
Macd. And all my children?
Roffe. Well too.
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
Roffe. No, they were well at peace when I did leave 'ein. Macd. Be not a niggard of your fpeech: How goes 't? Roffe. When I came hither, to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily born, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out, Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, For that I faw the tyrant's power a-foot... Now is the time of help your eye in Scotland Would create foldiers, m make our women fight, To doff their dire diftreffes.
Mal. Be 't their comfort,
We are coming thither, Gracious England. hath
That Christendom gives out.
Roffe. Would I could answer
This comfort with the like! But I have words
Macd. What concern they?
The general caufe? or is it a fee-grief,
1 H. Relation, ob! too nice, &c.
maka tuomen, &c
The fo's and C. latch for catch.
Roffe. No mind, that 's honeft,
But in it shares fome woe; though the main
Pertains to you alone.
Macd. If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Roffe. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall poffefs them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard.
Macd. Humh! I guess at it.
Roffe. Your caftle is furpriz'd; your wife and babes Savagely flaughter'd; to relate the manner,
Were on the quarry of thefe murther'd deer
To add the death of you.
Mal. Merciful heaven!
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Roffe. Wife, children, fervants, all that could be found.
Mal. 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 fay all? PO hell-kite! all?
H. inferts What before All.
P After all, P. T. H. W, and J. add, what, all? P, and H. omit in their
text, O bell-kite all, &c. to the end of the speech.