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before, these weïrd fifters saluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with hail, King that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee (my dearest Partner of Greatness) that thou might ft not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Greatness is promis’d thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor. -and shalt be
What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature s
It is too full o'th' milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldit be great ;
Art not without ambition ; but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily ; wouldīt not play false,
And yet wouldit wrongly win. Thou’dst have, great
That which cries, “ thus thou must do, if thou have
it; « And That which rather thou dost fear to do, • Than wilheft should be undone.” Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden Round, Which fate, and metaphysical aid, doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Enter Mefenger. What is your tidings ?
Mef. The King comes here to night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform’d for preparation.
Mes. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming,
One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
Lady. Give him tending ;
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Mef. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, all you Spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unfex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full
Of direft cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up th’access and passage to Remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
'Th'effect, and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters!
Where-ever in your fightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief. we Come, thick night!
And pall thee in the dunnest smoak of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ;
Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, hold, hold !
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing him.
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ign'rant present time, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
Macb. Dearest love,
Duncan comes here to night.
Lady. And when
Macb. To morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. Oh, never
Shall Sun that morrow see!
Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men (8)
(8) Tour Face, my Thane, is as a Book, where Men
May read ftrange Matters to beguile the Time,
Look like the Time,) i have ventur'd against the Authority of all the Copies, to alter the Pointing of this Passage: and, I hope, with some Certainty. The Lady undoubtedly means, that Macbeth looks so full of thought and folemn Refe&ion upon the purpos'd axt, that, the fears, People may comment upon the Reason of his Gloom: and therefore desires him, in order to take off and prevent such Comments, · to wear a Fáce of Pleasure and Entertainment; and look like the Time, the better to deceive thc Time.
May read ftrange matters. To begaile the time,
Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue ; look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't. He, that's coming,
Muft be provided for ; and you shall put
This night's great bufiness into my dispatch,
Which Ihall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely fovereign. fway and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear :
To alter favour, ever, is and fear.
Leave all the rest to me.
(Exeunt. SCEN E, before Macbeth's Castle-Gate. Haut boys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus,
and Attendants. "HIS Cattle hath a pleasant feat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends it felf
Unto our gentle senses.
Ban. This gueft of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his lov'd Mansionry that heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutting frieze,
Buttrice, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and
cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d, The air is delicate.
King. See, fee ! our honour'd Hostess !
The love that follows us, sometimes is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you should bid god-eyld us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady. All our service
(In every point twice done, and then done double,)
Were poor and single business to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your Majesty loads our House. For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your Hermits.
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
We courst him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor : but he rides well,
And his great love, (sharp as his spur,) hath holp him
To's home before us : fair and noble Hostess,
We are your guest to night.
Lady. Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
King. Give me your hand ;
Conduct me to mine Host, we love him highly ;
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostess.
'[Exeunti SCENE changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's
Castle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers servants with dishes,
and service over the stage. Then Macbeth. Macb. F it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With its surcease, success ; that but this blow
Might be the Be-all and the End-all. ---Here, (9)
But here, upon this Bank and Shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
(9) But here, upon this Bank and School of Time.) Bank and School- What a monstrous Couplement, as Don Armado says, is here of heterogeneous Ideas ! I have ventur'd to amend, which restores a Consonance of Images,
on this Bank and Shoal of Time. i.e. this Shallow, this narrow Ford of human Life, opposed to the great Abyfs of Eternity.
Bloody instructions ; which, being taught, return
To plague th' inventor. Even-handed Justice
Returns th' Ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust :
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed: Then, as his Hoft,
Who Thould against his murth'rer shut the door,
Not bear the knife my self. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongu'd against
The deep damnation of his taking off :
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blaft, or heav'ns cherubin hors'd (10)
Upon the silent coursers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye ;
That tears shall drown the wind. - I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps it felf,
And falls on th' other
Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now ? what news ?
Lady. He's almost supp'd ; why have you left the
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me ? :
Lady. Know you not he has ?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sort of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside fo foon.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest your self? hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
(10) or Heav'n's Cherubin hors'd upon the figh:lefs Couriers of the Air.] But the Cherubin is the Courier ; so that he can't be said to be hors'd upon another Courier. We must read, therefore, Coursers.