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With most admir'd disorder.

Macb. Can fuch things be,
And overcome us like a Summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder ? You make me strange
Ev'n to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think, you can behold such fights ;
And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Rolle. What fights, my lord ?
Lady. I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and

worse ;
Question enrages him : at once good night.
Stand not upon the Order of your Going,
But go at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his Majesty!
Lady. Good night, to all.

[Exeunt Lords.
Macb. It will have blood, they say ; blood will have
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs, that understood relations, have
By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night ?

Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which,

Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding?

Lady. Did you send to him, Sir ?

Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send :
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house (16)
I keep a servant fee’d. I will to morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird fifters :

More (16) There is not one of them, ] Thus the modern Editors, But, One of Whom? Macbeth has just said, that he heard, Macduff meant to disobey his Summons; and he would immediately subjoin, that there is not a Man of Macduf's Quality in the Kingdom, but He has a Spy under his Roof. This is understood, not express’d, as the Text as yet has stood: The old Folio's give us the Passage thus ; There's not a one of thens


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More shall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst, for mine own good,
All causes Thall give way ; I am in blood
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er :
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.

Lady. You lack the Season of all Natures, Sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep ; my strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use : We're yet but young in Deed. (17)



SCEN E changes to the Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
Witch. HY, how now, Hecat, you look ap.

Hec. Have I not reason, Beldams, as you are ?
Sawcy, and over-bold ! how did you dare
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
In riddles and affairs of death ?
And I, the mistress of your Charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call’d to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
And, which is worse, all you have done

Here we again meet with a depravid Reading; but it is such a One, as, I am perswaded, has led me to the Poer's true Word and Meaning.

There's not a Thane of them, i. e. a.Nobleman: and so the Peers of Scotland were all call'd, till Earls were created by Malcolme the Son of Duncan.

(17) Were yet but young indeed.] If we transpose these Words, we shall find, they amount to no more than This, We are yet indeed but young. But this is far from comprizing either the Poet's, or Macbeth's, Meaning. I read, - in Deod, i. e. but little inur'd yet to Acts of Blood and Cruelty : for Time and Practice harden Villains in their Trade, who are timorous till so hardcA'd.


Hath been but for a weyward son ;
Spightful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now; get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'th' morning: thither he
Will come, to know his destiny ;
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your Charms and every thing befide.
I am for th’ Air: this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the Moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound ;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground;
And That, distillid by magick flights,
Shall raise fuch artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
And, you all know, Security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Musick and a Song:
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in the foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be back

[Exeunt. SCEN E changes to a chamber.

Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
Len. Y former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret farther : only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth

marry, he was dead
And the right valiant Banquo walk’d too late.
Whom, you may say, if'c please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous tco
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It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father ? damned fact !
How did it grieve Macbeth? did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
That were the flaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? ay, wisely too ;
For 'cwould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
He has borne all things wells and I do think,
That had he Duncan's sons under his key,
(As, an't please heav'n, he shall not ;) they should find
What 'twere to kill a father : so should Fleance.
But peace! for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd
Nis presence at the tyrant's feaft, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lord. The Son of Duncan, (18)
From whom this tyrant holds the due of Birth,

(18) The Sons of Duncan
From whom this .Tyrant holds the Due of Birth ) I have set right
this Passage against the Authority of our unobserving Editors.
And the Proofs of my Emendation are obvious. In the firft
place, Macbeth could not be said to hold the Due of Birth
from Both Duncan's Sons. The Succellion to the Crown was
the Right of Malcolm; and Donalbaine could have no Right to
it, as long as his Elder Brother or any of his issue were in
Being. In the nest place, the Sons of Duncan did not Both
Melter in the English Court. Upon the Discovery of their Fa-
ther's Murther, we find them thus determining.

I'll to England.
Donal. To Ireland I; our separated Fortune

Shall keep us both the safer.
This Determination, 'tis plain, they immediately put into
A&, or Macbeth had very ill Intelligence :
Wc hear, our bloody Cousins are bestow'd

In England and in Ireland.
Nor were they together, even at the time when Malcolm difa
puted his Right with Macbeth.

Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Brother?

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not.
Belides, Hector Beethius and Holing shead (the latter of whom

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Lives in the Englisle Court; and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduf
Is gone to pray the King upon his aid

To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward;
That by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratifie the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now.

And this report
Hath so exasp rated their King, that he
Prepares for some attempt of War.

Len. Sent he to Macduf ?

Lord. He did ; and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, you'll rue the time,
“ That clogs me with this answer.

Len. And that well might
Advise him to a care to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy Angel
Fly to the Court of England, and unfold
His message ere he come ; that a swift Blessing
May foon return to this our suffering Country,
Under a hand accurs'd !

Lord. I'll send my pray’rs with him. Exeunt.

our Author precisely follows ;) both inform us, that Donalbaine remain'd in Ireland till the Death of Malcolm and his Queen; and then, indeed, he came over, invaded Scotland, and wrested the Crown from one of his Nephews.

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