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O full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Lady. But in them, nature's copy's not eternal.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are affailable ;
Lady. What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed: come, (16) 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 wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles right's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Scene V. Scene changes to a Room of State. Banquet prepared. Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Le
Lords and Attendants.
Lady. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is fold, That is not often vouched, while 'tis making, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at home; Froin thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.
[The ghost of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's place. Macó. Sweet remembrancer!
(15) Shard-born,] i. e. fays Warburton, the Beetle hatch'd in clefts of wood. Upton proposes frarn-born, i. e. the beetle born from dung. See remarks on three plays of Ben Jonsor, p. 109. (16) Sceling,] i. e. blinding, a term in falconry.
Now good digestion wait an appetite,
Lon. May't please your highness fit.
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present, (Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mifchance!)
Rolle. His absence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full!
[Starting Len. Here's a place reserv'd, Sir. Macb. Where?
Len. Here, my good lord,
Macb. Which of you have done this?
Rosse. 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 seat, The fit is momentary on a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion: Feed, and regard him not.--Are you a man?
[To Macb. afide. 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 ; [afide. This is the air-drawn dagger, which you said, Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts (17) Impostors to true fear, would well become
(17) Impostors, &c.] Mr. Johnson says of this passage, that
as fiarts can neither with propriety nor sense be called Impostures to true fear, something else was undoubtedly intended by the au who perhaps wrote
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Macb. Pr’ythee, see there !
[Pointing to the ghost. Why, what care I! if thou canst nod, speak to0.If charnel houses and our graves must send Those, that we bury, back: our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.
[The ghost vanishes. Lady. What? quite unman’d in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.Lady. Fie, for shame!
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now i'th'olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gen’ral weal ; Ay, and since too, nurthers have been perform’d Too terrible for th'ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murther is.
Lady. My worthy lord,
Macb. I do forget.-
-These flaws and starts Impostu es tui to jia'; cc. These symptoms of terror and amazement might better become “impoftures true only to fear, might become a coward at the recital of such faliloods as no man cuid credit, waoie ucilerstanding was not werk ned by 113 terturs; Cales told by a voman over a fire on the tisor y of 'ier gran iam.”- Mr. Warburton explains the pallage thus, “ Thete fans and stats, as they are indications of your needlcis fears, are the imitators or impostors only of those which arise from a fear wellgrounded.”
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all!
[The ghost risis again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What inan dare, I dare:
[The ghof vanishes. I am a man again: pray you sit still.
[The lords rife. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good
Macb. (18) Can such things be,
(18) Can, &c.] Mr. W'a burton's alteration of this passage is very wonderful; nothing can be plainer than the meaning of it ; "Can such things be, can such dreadful fights as this of the ghost come over us, overcast us like a dreadful black summer cloud, without our Thewing any amazement, without being at all moved at it.”
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Rolle. What fights, my lord?
Len. Good-night, and better health,
[Exeunt lords. Macb. It will have blood, (they say) blood will have
blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood (20) relations, have By magpies and by choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
(19) That I owe.] Mr. John in here would read kroz : “ Though I had before seen many infances of your courage, yet it now appears in a degree altogether new : So that my long acquaintance with your disposition, does not linder me from that astonishment which novelty produces.”
(20) Relations.] By the word relation, is understood the connedtion of effects with causes; to underítand relations as an augur, is to know how those things relate to each other, which have no visible combination or dependence. Johnson.