Enter a Servant. "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd lown! Where got'ft thou that goofe-look ? Ser. There are ten thoufand Mach. Geefe, villain? Ser. Soldiers, Sir. Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lilly-liver'd boy. What foldiers, patch? Death of thy foul! thofe linnen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What foldiers, whey-face? Ser. The Englifb force, so please you. Macb. Take thy face hence-Seyton!- I'm fick at heart, And that, which should accompany old age, So that Edward and Hardicanute were brothers by the mother; and Edvard married Hardicanute's own fifter's daughter. (44) My way of life Is fal'n into the fear:] i. e. The progrefs of my life. So, in a frag ment of Menander; — ἐπὶ γήρως ὁδῷ. Tho', I am aware, that fome commentators have thought, d by a poetical licence, and with regard to the measure, is put for ade, fail, upon the threshold of old age. Curfes Curfes not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.. Seyton, Enter Seyton. Sey. What is your gracious pleafure ? Sey. All is confirm'd, my Lord, which was reported, Macb. I'll fight, 'till from my bones my flesh be hackt; Give me my armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horfes, fkirre the country round; Do&. Not fo fick, my Lord, As the is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Mach. Cure her of that: Canft thou not minister to a mind difeas'd, Dot. Therein the patient Macb. Throw phyfick to the dogs, I'll none of itCome, put my armour on; give me my staff. Seyton, fend out-Doctor, the Thanes fly from me→→ And purge it to a found and priftine health; That should applaud again. Pull't off, I fay- Would fcour thefe English hence! hear'st thou of them? Macb. Bring it after me; 3 I will I will not be afraid of death and bane, 'Till Birnam-forest come to Dunfinane. Doct. Were I from Dunfinane away, and clear, Profit again fhould hardly draw me here. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Birnam-Wood. Enter Malcolm, Siward, Macduff, Siward's Son, Menteth, Cathness, Angus, and Soldiers marching. Mal. C Oufins, I hope, the days are near at hand, Ment. We doubt it nothing. Siw. What wood is this before us? Mal. Let every foldier hew him down a bough, Sold. It fhall be done. Sir. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant Keeps ftill in Dunfinane, and will endure Our fetting down before't, Mal. 'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and lefs have given him the revolt; Macd. Let our just cenfures Siw. The time approaches, That will with due decifion make us know [Exeunt marching. VOL. VI. SCENE SCENE changes to the Caftle of Dunfinane. Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Soldiers with drums and colours. Mach. The cry is ftill, they come: our caftle's ftrength Will laugh a fiege to fcorn. Here let them lye, Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, ? Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord. (45) And all our yesterdays bave lighted fools The The way to Rudy death. - This reading is as old as the 2d edition in folio; but, furely, it is paying too great a compliment to the capacities of fools. It would much better fort with the character of wife men, to ftudy how to die from the experience of paft times. I have reflor'd the reading of the first folio, which Mr. Pope has thrown out of his text. The way to duty death. i. e. Death, which reduces us to duft and ashes. Merovuμia effecti pro efficiente. Or, perhaps, the poet might have wrote; The way to dusky death. ,i. e dark; a word very familiar with him. Myfelf, as far as I could well difcern For fmoak and dufky vapours of the night: x Henry V. Here The way to dufty death. Out, out, brief candle! Enter a Meffenger. Thou com'ft to ufe thy tongue: thy ftory quickly., 1 I should report that which, I fay, I faw, Macb. Well, fay it, Sir. Mef. As I did ftand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought," The wood began to move. Mach. Liar, and flave! [Striking him. Mef. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not foc Mach. If thou fpeak'ft falfe, Upon the next tree fhalt thou hang alive, Fill famine cling thee: If thy fpeech be footh I care not if thou doft for me as much. I pull in refolution, and begin To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam-wood. n "Do come to Dunfinane,”—and row a wood Comes toward Dunfinane. Arm, arm, "and out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here, And wifh, the ftate o' th' world were now undone. Here dyes the dusky torch of Mortimer. (46) I'gin to be a weary of the fun; 2 Henry VI Rich. 111 14 And wifh, &c.] Macbeth feems here exactly in the circumfance of Dido in Virgil. He knows his fate; and his misfortunes fit fo heavy upon him, that he is weary of being longer in the world. Tum vero infelix fatis exterrita Dido Mortem orat; tædet cæli convexa tueri, Q_2 Encid. IV. Ring |