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Confound and swallow navigation up;
SCENE IV. Malcolm's Character of himself.
Mal. But I have none; the king becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp?rance, stal leness, Bounty, persev'rance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
Maid. Oh Scotland! Scotland!
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; I'm as I have spoken.
Macd. Fit to govern? No, not to live. Oh, nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody -Iceptered !! When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again! Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands aceurst, And does blafphe.ne his breed. Thy royal father Was a most fainted king; the queen that bore thee, Ofiner upon her knees than on her feet, (22) Dy'd every day she liv’d. Oh ! fare thee well!
(21) See King Lear, p. 150. n. 16.
(22) Dy’d, &c.] This is plainly taken from St. Paul,, I dia daily.
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Mal. Macduff, this noble paffion,
I am yet
SCENE VI. An oppress'd Country:
(23) See the whole scene..
Macduff, on the Murder of his wife and Children.
Rolle. 'Would I could answer
Macd. What concern they?
R. No mind, that's honest,
Macd. If it be mine,
Rojo. 1 er not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Macd. Hum ! I guess at it.
Rolle. Your castle is surpriz'd, your wife and babes
Mal. Merciful heav'n!
Maid My children too?
found. Mccd. And I must be from thence! my wife kill'd
too! Role. I've said.
Mal. Be comforted.
Macd. (24) He has no children.-
-All my pretty ones? Did you say all? what, all ? oh, hell-kite ! all ? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Nacd. I hall do fo: But I muít also feel it as a inan. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me: did heav'n look on, And would not take their part? finful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls; heav'n rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword, ler grief Convert to wrath : blunt not the heart, enrage
Mal. This tune goes inanly;
may ; The night is long that never finds the day.
(24) He has, &c.] Nothing can be more natural than this reflection : the father's thoughts are wholly ingrofied by his misfortune, and disregarding what Mulcolm says to him, he bursts out into this pathetic exprobriation of the tyrant ; Constance, in King John speaks thus to Pandolph,
He talks to me that never had a fon!
Enter Lady Macbeth with a l'aper. Gent. Lo, you! here she comes! this is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast afleep; observe her, stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gint. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually, 'tis her command.
Dott. You see, her eyes are open.
her hands. Gent. It is an accustom’d action with her, to seenr thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady. Yet here's a spot.
Doct. Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more ftrongly.
Lady. Out! damned spot; out, I say-one; two; why then 'tis time to do't Chell is murky. Fy, my lord, fy, a soldier, and afraid? what need we fear who 'knows it, when none can call our power to account? yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ?
Docl. Do you mark that?
Lady. The Thane of Fife had a wife : where is slie now ? what, will these hands ne'er be clean?
-no more o'that, my lord, no more o'that : you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to, you have known what
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows, what she has known. Lady. Here's whe.smell of the blood still : all the per