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So brain fickly of things; go, get fome water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring thefe daggers from the place?
They must lie there. Go, carry them, and smear
The fleepy grooms with blood.

Mach. I'll go no more;

I am afraid to think what I have done?

Look on't again, I dare not.

Lady. Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers; the ileeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.

[Exit:

Knocks within.

[Starting.

Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? * What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine

eyes.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

*What, &c.] Shakespear had this from his brother tragedians. So Hercules in Seneca,

Ar&torum licet.

Mæotis in me gelida transfundat mare
Et tota Tethys per meas currat manus,
Harebit altum facinus.

Hercul. Fur. Ac. 5.

'Tis faid of Oedipus, in Sophocles, that neither the waters of the Danube or Phafis can wash him and his house clean.

Οίμαι γαρ Στανίσρον ετε φασιν αν
Νίψαι καθαρμω τηνδε την σεγην.

In allufion to their expiatory wafhings in the fea or rivers. Various were the ceremonies of washing among the Jews as well as Gentiles; particularly that of the hands. Hence came the proverb of doing things with unwashed bands; i. e. impudently without any regard to decency and religion. Henry IV. A&t 3. Falf. Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou doft, and do it with unwashed bands too. UPTON,

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Clean from my hand? no, this my hand will rather
Thy multitudinous fea incarnadine,
Making the green one red-

Enter Lady.

Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I fhame
To wear a heart fo white: I hear a knocking [Knock.
At the fouth entry. Retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed.

How easy is it then? your conftancy

Hath left you unattended--hark, more knocking![Knock.
Get on your night-gown left occafion calls us,
And fhew us to be watchers; be not loft

So poorly in your thoughts.

Mach. To know my deed, 'twere beft not know myself.

Wake, Duncan, with this knocking: 'would, thou couldft!

SCENE III.

ACT III.
Macbeth's guilty Confcience, and Fears of Banquo.
Enter Macbeth to his Lady.

Lady. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone?
Of forrieft fancies your companions making,
Ufing those thoughts, which fhould indeed, have dy'd
With them they think on? things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what's done, is done.

Mac. We have fcotch'd (12) the fnake, not kill'd it

(12) Scotch'd.] This reading is Mr Theobald's, the old one is fcorch'd, which Mr. Upton, wou'd attempt to defend by telling us, "the allufion is to the ftory of the Hydra. We have fcorch'd the snake, we have indeed Hercules like, cut off one of its heads, and Scorch'd it, as it were, as he did, affifted by Jolaus, hindering that one head, thus fcorch'd from fprouting again; but fuch a wound will clofe and cure; our hydra-fnake has other heads ftill, which to me are as dangerous as Duncan's, particularly that of Banquo and Fleance. &c. The allufion is learned and elegant. Crit. Obfervat. p. 154. But learned and elegant as it is, I am apt to imagine Mr. Theobald's the true word: the fentence feems to confirm that fuppofition; however Mr. Upton's remark is worth obferving.

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She'll

She'll clofe and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let both worlds disjoint, and all things suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,
(Whom we, to gain our place, have fent to peace,)
Than on the torture of the mind to lie

In reftless ecftafy.. -Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he fleeps well;
Treafon has done his worft; nor fteel, nor poifon,
Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further!

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O full of fcorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'ft, that Banquo, and his Fleance lives.
Lady. But in them, nature's copy's not eternal.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are affailable;
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloyfter'd flight, ere to black Hecat's fummons
The* fhard-born beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there fhall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

Lady. What's to be done?

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed: come, † feeling night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invifible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond, Which keeps me pale! light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky woodz

*Shard-born, i. e. fays Warburton, the Beetle hatch'd in clefts of wood. Upton propofes fharn-born, i. e. the beetle born from dung. See remarks on three plays of Ben Johnson, p. 109.

Seeling, i. e. blinding, a term in falconry.

Good

Good things of day begin to droop and drowze, Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rowze. SCENE V. Scene changes to a Room of State, Banquet prepar'd. Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Lenox. Lords and Attendants.

Lady. My royal lord,

You do not give the cheer; the feaft is fold,
That is not often vouched, while 'tis making,

'Tis given, with welcome. To feed, were beft at home; From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

Now good digeftion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

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[The ghost of Banquo rifes, and fits in Macbeth's place. Mach. Sweet remembrancer!

Len. May't please your highness sit ?

Mach. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo prefent,---(Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mifchance!)

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Roffe. His abfence, Sir,
Lays blame upon his promise.
To grace us with your royal company ?
Mach. The table's full.

Len. Here's a place referv'd, Sir.

Macb. Where ?

Len. Here, my good lord,

What is't that moves your highness?
Macb. Which of you have done this?

Lords. What, my good lord?

Mach. Thou can'ft not fay, I did it: never shake Thy goary locks at me.

Roffe. Gentlemen, rife; his highness is not well. Lady. Sit, worthy friends my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat,

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Please't your highness

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The fit is momentary, on a thought
He will again be well. If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his paffion;
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

[To Macb aside Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the Devil.

Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; [aside This is the air-drawn-dagger, which you said, Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts (12) Impostors to true fear,) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire. Juthoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself !. Why do you make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there!
Behold! look! lo! how say you ? [Pointing to the Ghoff.
Why, what care I! if thou canst nod, speak too:-
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those, that we bury, back; our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites, [The ghoff vanishes.

Lady. What ? quite unmann'd in folly ?-
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady. Fie, for shame!
(13) Impostors, &c.] Mr. Johnson says of this passage, that

as farts can neither with propriety nor sense be called Impoftors to true fear, something else was undoubtedly intended by the author, who perhaps wrote

There flaws and starts

Impostures true to fear, &c. These symptoms of terror and amazement might better become

impostures true only to fear, might become a coward at the recital of fuch faldhoods as no man could credit, whose understand. ing was not weaken'd by his terrors ; tales told by a woman over a fire on the authority of her grandam," Mr. Warburton explains the passages thus, “ These Aaws and starts, as they are indications of your needless fears, are the imitators or impostors only of those which arife from a fear well-grounded."

Macb.

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