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Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now i'th' olden
Ére human statute purg?d the gen’ral weal ;
Lady. My worthy lord,
Macb. I do forget.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
· [The ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shail never tremble: or, be alive again, And dare me to the defert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit, then protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible fhadow! Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why, fo,-being gone, [The ghost vanishes.. [The lords rise. broke the good
I am a man again; pray you, fit ftill. Lady. You have difplac'd the mirth, meeting
With moft admir'd diforder.
Macb. (14) Can fuch things be,
And overcome us like a fummer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
When now I think, you can behold such fights;
When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Roffe. What fights my lord?
Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worfe and worfe ;
Queftion enrages him at once, good night.
But go at once.
Len. Good night, and better health Attend his majefty!
Lady. Good night, to all.
(14) Can, &c.] Mr. Warburton's alteration of this passage is very wonderful; nothing can be plainer than the meaning of it ; "Can fuch things be, can fuch dreadful fights as this of the ghoft come over us, overcaft us like a dreadful black fummer cloud, without our fhewing any amazement, without being at all moved at it ?"
(5) That I orve.] Mr. Johnfon here would read know : "Though I had before feen many inftances of your courage, yet it now appears in a Degree altogether new: So that my long acquaintance with your difpofition, does not hinder me from that aftonishment which novelty produces."
Macb. It will have blood, (they say) blood will have
blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood (16) relations, have By magpies, and by coughs, and rooks brought
forth The secret'ft man of blood.
ACT IV. SCENE II.
Witches, their Power.
(17) I conjure you, by that which you profess, (How e'er you come to know it) answer me. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yefty waves Confound and swallow navigation up ; Though bladed corn be lodgd, and trees blown
down, Though castles topple on their warders heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations ; though the treasure * Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till deitruction ficken ; answer me To what I ask you.
SCENE IV. Malcolm’s Character of himself.
Mal. But I have none; the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, itableness, Bounty, persev'rance, mercy, lowliness,
(16) Relations. By the word relation, is understood the connection of effects with causes ; to understand relations as an augur, is to know how those things relate to each other, which have no visible combination or dependance, JOHNSON. (+7) See Vol. 1. p. 116, and n. 21. See king Lear, p. 125. n. 15.
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I fhould Pour the fweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the univerfal peace, confound
Mard. Oh Scotland! Scotland!
Mal. If fuch a one be fit to govern, speak :
I'm as I have fpoken.
Macd. Fit to govern
By his own interdiction ftands accurst,
And does blafpheme his breed. Thy royal father Was a most 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! 'I hefe evils, thou repeat'ft upon thyself, Have banish'd me from Scotland. Thy hope ends here.
Oh, my breast!
Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion,
put my self to thy direction, and
* Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure
*Dy'd, &c.] This is plainly taken from St. Paul, I die daily.
*See the whole fcene.
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
No lefs in truth, than life: my first false-speaking
Was this upon myfelf. What I am truly,
SCENE VI. An opprefs'd Country.
Alas, poor country,
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
Is there scarce ask'd, for whom and good mens lives
Macduff, on the Murder of his Wife and Children,
Roffe. 'Would, I could anfwer
This comfort with the like! but I have words,
Macd. What concern they?
Roffe. No mind, that's honeft,
But in it fhares fome woe; tho' the main part
Pertains to you alone.
Macd. If it be mine,