Lady. Know you not he has? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all forts of people, Which would be worn now in their neweft glofs, Not caft afide fo foon. Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreit yourfelf? hath it flept fince? I dare do all that may become a man; Lady. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me? 2 Wouldst thou have That, Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own efteem?] In this there feems to be no reafoning. I fhould read, Or live a corward in thine own fleem. Unless we choose rather, Wouldst thou leave That 3 Like the poor Cat i’tb' adage.] The adage alluded to is, The cat loves fifh, but dares not wit ber fect, Ċarus amat Pifces; fed non wakt tingere Plantas. 4 Dia then cohere,-} Co bere, for fuit, fit. WARE. It is adbers in the old copy. I I would, while it was fmiling in my face, Have pluckt my nipple from his bonele's gums, Macb. If we fhould fail, But fcrew your courage to the fticking place, Mach. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted metal fhould compofe Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar, Mach. I am fettled, and hend up Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Falfe face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. 8 MACBETH's CASTLE. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. BANQUO. OW goes the night, boy? H° Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's hufbandry Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter Macbeth, and a fervant with a torch. Give me my fword. Who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? The King's a-bed. 8 Macbeth's Cafle.] The place is not mark'd in the old edition, nor is it easy to say where this encounter can be. It is not in the ball, as the editors have all fuppofed, for Banquo fees the fky; it is not far from the bedchamber, as the conversation fhews: it must be in the inner court of the caftle, which Banquo might properly cross in his way to bed. Ha He hath to night been in unusual pleasure, Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt laft night of the three weyward fifters; Mach. I think not of them, Yet, when we can intreat an hour to ferve, Ban. At your kind leisure. Mach. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It fhall make honour for you. Ban. So I lofe none In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep Mach. Good repofe the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She ftrike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Serv. Is this a dagger which I see before me, 9 If you shall cleave to my confent, when 'tis,] Confent, for will. So that the fenfe of the line is, If you will go into Dd2 my measures when I have determined of them, or when the time comes that I want your affiftance. WARBURTON The The handle tow'rd my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I fee thee still. As that which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other fenfes, 'And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not fo before.-There's no fuch thing.It is the bloody bufinefs, which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er one half the world Na The little birds in dreams their And fleeping flow'rs beneath the Thefe lines, though fo well Night is defcribed by two great poets, but one defcribes a night of quiet, the other of perturbation. In the night of Dryden, all the difturbers of the world are laid asleep; in that of Shakespeare, nothing but forcery, luft and murder, is awake. He that reads Dryden, finds himself lull'd with ferenity, and difpofed to folitude and contemplation He that perufes Shakelp ar, looks round |