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In the division of each several crime,
O Scotland, Scotland!
Fit to govern!
Macduff, this noble passion,
96 division, &c., i. e. he is skilful in subdividing crimes. (R)
108 breed, parentage. (R)
111 Did every day she liv'd. So printed in the folio, and more
in accordance with Shakespeare's versification than to make lived a dissyllable, as most editors do.
118 trains, devices, lures (in hawking and hunting). (R)
I am yet
I put myself to thy direction, and
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Well ; more anon. -Comes the King forth,
I pray you ? Doctor. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art; but at his touch, Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand, They presently amend. Mal.
126 For, i. e. as.
(R) 135 at a point, fully equipped.
referred to, it need hardly be remarked, is the scrofula, or king's evil, for which it is said Edward the Confessor was the first British monarch who touched.
142 (stay his cure, wait to be healed by him.) convinces, subdues, overcomes. The malady
145 presently, at once. (R)
Macd. What's the disease he means ?
'Tis call'd the evil :
See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither.
Mal. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
Alas, poor country!
154 spoken, it is said. (R)
169 not mark'd, i. e. but not noticed. (R)
A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell
What is the newest grief?
wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd.
And all my children ? Rosse.
Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did
leave 'em. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech : how
180 Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot. Now is the time of help. Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses. Mal.
Be 't their comfort, We are coming thither. Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men :
170 A modern ecstasy, i. e. for relating matters already out of slight, commonplace nervousness. date. (R) Cf. King John, III, iv. 42. (w) 176 teems; brings forth. (R) or ere, before. (R)
were out, i. e. had taken the 174 nice, detailed, precise. (R) field. (R) 175 doth hiss the speaker, i. e. 186 Your eye, sight of you. (R)
An older and a better soldier none
Would I could answer
What concern they ?
No mind that's honest
If it be mine,
Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murther'd deer, To add the death of you. Mal.
Macd. My children too ?
Wife, children, servants, all That could be found.
192 Christendom gives out, i. e. Christendom can show no better.
196 fee-grief, i. e. grief held as private property. (R)
possess, fill, acquaint. (R)
quarry, in hunting phrase, a heap of dead game. (w)
104 would, i. e. should. (R) 105 latch, catch.