8 And pall thee in the dulleft fimoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond Macb. Deareft love, Duncan comes here to night. Lady. And when goes hence? Mach. To morrow, as he purposes. Lady. Oh, never Shall Sun that,morrow fee! —— Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters. To beguile 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, This night's great bufinefs into my dispatch, To alter favour, ever, is to fear. And pall thee- ] i. e. wrap thyself in a pall. WARB. 9 To cry, hold, hold!] On this paffage there is a long criticifm in the Rambler. ble. [Exeunt. WARBURTON, Ignorant has here the fignification of unknowing; that is, I feel by anticipation thofe future honours, of which, according to the process of nature, the prefent time would be ignorant, SCENE SCENE VIII, Before Macbeth's Caftle-Gate. Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Do nalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus, and Attendants. TH King.HIS Caftle hath a pleafant feat; the air Nimbly and fweetly recommends itfelf Unto our gentle fenfes. Ban. This gueft of fummer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve Buttrice, nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird 2 Unto our GENTLE SENSES.] How odd a character is this of the air that it could recommend it felf to all the fenfes, not excepting the fight and hearing? Without doubt, we fhould read, Unto our GENERAL SENSE, meaning the touch or feeling: which not being confined to one part, like the rest of the fenfes, but extended over the whole body, the poet, by a fine periphrafis, calls the general fenje. Therefore by the air's recommending it felf nimbly and fweetly, must be understood that it was clear and foft, which properties recreated the fibres, and affifted their vibration. And furely it was a good circumstance in the air of Enter Lady Macbeth. King. See, fee! our honour'd Hostess! The love that follows us, fometimes is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, * How you should bid god-yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady. All our fervice, In every point twice done, and then done double, Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We courft him at the heels, and had a purpofe And his great love, fharp as his fpur, hath holp him Lady. Your fervants 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 Hoft, we love him highly; 4 How you fhould bid god yeld us-Tobid any one god yeld bim, i. e. God-yield him, was the fame as God reward him. WARBURTON. [Exeunt. the folio of 1623. eyld, is a cor- We reft your Hermits] Her- I believe yild, or, as it is in mits, for Beadfmen. SCENE Changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's Caftle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers fervants with difbes and fervice over the ftage. Then Macbeth. Macb.* I' F it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere It were done quickly; If th' affaffination And Pity, like a naked new-born babe, If it were done, &c.] A With its success, furcease.— Upon Upon the fightless couriers of the air, ? That tears fhall drown the wind-1 have no fpur 'S CENE Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? X. Lady. He's almost supp'd; why have you left the chamber? Mach. Hath he ask'd for me? faid to be hors'd upon another courier. We muft read, therefore, courfers. WARBURTON. Courier is only runner. Couriers of air are winds, air in motion. Sightlefs is invifible. 9 That tears fall drown the wind-] Alluding to the remiffion of the wind in a fhower. SCENE X.] The arguments by which lady Macbeth perfuades her husband to commit the murder, afford a proof of Shakejpeare's knowledge of human nature. She urges the excellence and dignity of courage, a glittering idea which has dazzled mankind from age to age, and animated fometimes the houfebreaker, and fometimes the conqueror; but this fophifm Macbeth has for ever deftroyed by diftinguishing true from falfe fortitude, in a line and a half; of which it may almoft be faid, that they ought to beftow immortality on the author, though all his other productions had been lost. Idare do all that may become aman, Who dares do more, is none. This topic, which has been always employed with too much fuccefs, is used in this scene with peculiar propriety, to a foldier by a woman. Courage is the distinguishing virtue of a foldier, and the reproach of cowardice cannot be borne by any man from a woman, without great impatience. She then urges the oaths by which he had bound himself to murder Duncan, another art of fophiftry by which men have fometimes deluded their confciences, and perfuaded themfelves that what would be criminal in others is virtuous in them; this argument ShakeSpeare, whofe plan obliged him to make Macbeth yield, has not confuted, though he might eafily have fhown that a former obligation could not be vacated by a latter that obligations laid on us by a higher power, could not be over-ruled by obligations which we lay upon ourfelves. Lady |