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lechery ; it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him ftand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him into a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him.
Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.
Port. That it did, Sir, i'th' very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
Macd. Is thy master ftirring?
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him;
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet 'tis.one.
Macb. The labour, we delight in, phyficks pain; This is the door. Macd. I'll make fo bold to call, for 'tis mylimited service.
[Exit Macduff. Len. Goes the King hence to-day? Macb. He did appoint fo.
Len. The night has been unruly ; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: And, as they say, Lamentings heard i'th' air, ftrange screams of death, And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to th' woeful time : The obscure bird clamour’d the live-long night. Some say, the earth was fev'rous, and did shake.
Macb. 'Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Nor tongue, nor heart, cannot conceive, nor name thee..
Macb. and Len. What's the matter ?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece ;
Mucb. What is't you say? the life?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your fight
[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.
Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Macd. Gentle Lady,
(18) To countenance this horror. Ring the bell.] I have ventur’d to throw out these last words, as no part of the text. Mard: ff had said at the beginning of his speech, Ring out th' alarumbe!l; but if the bell had rung out immediately, not a word of what he says could have been distinguish'd. Ring the bell, I say, was a marginal direction in the Prompter's book for him to order the bell to be rung, the minute that Macduff ceases speaking.
In proof of this, we may observe, that ibe hemistich ending Macduff's speech, and that beginning Lady Macbeth's, make up a compleat verse. Now if Ring the bell had been a part of the text, can we imagine the poet would have begun the Lady's speech with a broken line:
Would murder as it fell.--O Barquo, Banquo !
Lady. Woe, alas!
Ban. Too cruel, any where.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rolle.
Enter Malcolm, and Donalbain.
Macb. You are, and do not know't:
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had don't;
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Macd. Wherefore did you fo?..
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate and furious,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Lady. Help me hence, ho! [Seeming to faint,
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here,
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
Ban. Look to the Lady; [Lady Macbeth is carried out.
Macb, So do I,
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot,
SCENE, the Outside of Macbeth's Castle.
Enter Rosse, with an Old Man.
Hreescore and ten I can remember well, Old M. T
Tichinthervolume of which time, I've leen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this fore night Hath trifed former knowings.
Rolfe. Ah, good father,
Threaten this bloody stage: by th'clock, 'tis day;
Old M. 'Tis unnatural,
certain !) (19) Beauteous and swift, the minions of the race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their falls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Make war with man.
Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. (19) And Duncan's borses, (a thirg. . frange and certair!) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,]
I am pretty certain, all the copies have err’d, one after another, in this reading: and that I have restor'd the truc one. does not mean, that they were the best of their breed; but that ihey were excellent rocers: in which sense he very poetically calls them, the minions of the race. This is a mode of expresion, which he seems very fond of. So, tefore, in this play,
Like valour's minion, carved out his passage; King Jobn.
Fortune Thall coll forth
Out of one side ber happy ninior. ift. Henry. IV.
Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride. And again;
Gentlemen of the Shade, minions of the more.