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Macb. Blood hath been fhed ere now i'th' olden
Ere human ftatute purg'd the gen'ral weal;
Lady. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends to lack you.
Mach. I do forget.
Do not mufe at me, my moft worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To thofe that know me. Come, love and health to all!
Then I'll fit down give me fome wine, fill full-
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
[The ghoft rifes again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowlefs, thy blood is cold;
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
I am a man again; pray you, fit ftill.
With most admir'd diforder.
Macb. (14) Can fuch things be,
And overcome us like a fummer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me ftrange
When now I think, you can behold fuch fights;
When mine is blanch'd with fear,
Roffe. What fights my lord?
Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worse and worfe ;
Queftion enrages him: at once, good night.
Len. Good night, and better health
Lady. Good night, to all.
(14) Can, &c.] Mr. Warburton's alteration of this paffage 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 owe.] Mr. Johnson 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 fpeak;
The fecret'ft man of blood.
(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 fwallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown
Though caftles topple on their warders heads;
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
SCENE IV. Malcolm's Character of himself.
Mal. But I have none; the king-becoming graces, As juftice, verity, temp'rance, ftableness, Bounty, perfev'rance, mercy, lowliness,
(16) Relations. By the word relation, is understood the connection of effects with caufes; to understand relations as an augur, is to know how those things relate to each other, which have no visible combination or dependance, JOHNSON.
(17) See Vol. I. 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,
For ftrangers to my nature.
No lefs in truth, than life: my firft falfe-speaking
Was this upon myself. 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 afk'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,
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Roffe. No mind, that's honeft,
But in it fhares fome woe; tho' the main part
Macd. If it be mine,