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Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, ROSSE, LENOX, ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.
Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe arriv'd.
Siw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only liv'd but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
Then he is dead?
Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Had he his hurts before?
Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd.
He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.
He's worth no more;
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole.
Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, where stands
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
King of Scotland, hail! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kins
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen;
5thy kingdom's pearl,] Thy kingdom's pearl means thy kingdom's wealth, or rather ornament.
This play is deservedly celebrated for the propriety of its fictions, and solemnity, grandeur, and variety of its action; but it has no nice discriminations of character; the events are too great to admit the influence of particular dispositions, and the course of the action necessarily determines the conduct of the agents.
The danger of ambition is well described; and I know not whether it may not be said, in defence of some parts which now seem improbable, that, in Shakspeare's time, it was necessary to warn credulity against vain and illusive predictions.
The passions are directed to their true end. Lady Macbeth is merely detested; and though the courage of Macbeth preserves some esteem, yet every reader rejoices at his fall. JOHNSON.
THE following Songs are found in Sir William D'Avenant's alteration of this play, printed in 1674. The first and second of them were, I believe, written by him, being introduced at the end of the second Act, in a scene of which he undoubtedly was the author. Of the other song, which is sung in the third Act, the first words (Come away) are in the original copy of Macbeth, and the whole is found at length in Middleton's play, entitled The Witch, which has been lately printed from a manuscript in the collection of Major Pearson. Whether this song was written by Shakspeare, and omitted, like many others, in the printed copy, cannot now be ascertained. MALONE.
FIRST SONG BY THE WITCHES.
1 Witch. Speak, sister, speak; is the deed done?
3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow;
2 Witch. He will
2 Witch. Agreed.
3 Witch. Agreed.
1 Witch. He shall
3 Witch. He must spill much more blood; And become worse, to make his title good. 1 Witch. Now let's dance.
4 Witch. Agreed.
Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed. When cattle die, about we go;
What then, when monarchs perish, should we do?
Let's have a dance upon the heath;
Sometimes we dance in some old mill,
SCENE V. HECATE and the Three WITCHES.
MUSICK AND SONG.
A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood;
[Within.] Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O come away!
[Within.] Come away, Hecate, Hecate! O come away!
2. Here. [within.]
And Hopper too, and Helway too.
We want but you, we want but you:
Hec. I will but 'noint, and then I mount:
[Within.] Here comes down one to fetch his dues, [A Machine with Malkin in it descends.
Hec. O, art thou come? What news? [Within.] All goes fair for our delight: Either come, or else refuse.
Hec. Now I'm furnish'd for the flight;
[Hecate places herself in the Machine.
Now I go, and now I fly,
While the moon shines fair;
To sing, to toy, to dance, and kiss!
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. 2 Witch. But whilst she moves through the foggy air, Let's to the cave, and our dire charms prepare.