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Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why, fo,

being gone, [The Ghost vanishes. [The Lords rife.

I am a man again: pray you, fit still.
Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good

Meeting

With most admir'd diforder.

Mach. 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 fuch fights;
And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Reffe. 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.

Mach. It will have blood, they say; blood will have

blood:

Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs, that understood relations, have (27)

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(27) Augurs, that understood Relations, have

By

By Magpies, and by Choughs, and Rooks, brought forth The secret'st Man of Blood.] Conscience, as we may learn from Plutarch, has sometimes supply'd the Office of Augury in this Point. One Bef fus, he tells us, who had a long Time before murther'd his Father, going to sup at a Friend's House, suddenly with his Spear pull'd down a Swallow's Nest, and kill'd all the Young Ones. The Company enquiring into the Reason of his Cruelty, Don't you hear, fays he, how they faljely accuse me of having kill'd my Father ? Vid. Plutarchum de Serd Numinis Vindicta. As remarkable a Story is recorded by him, in another Tract, upon which the Greeks founded their Proverb, Αϊ Ιβύκα γέρανοι. Ibycus the Poet being surpriz'd by Robbers in a Desart, as they were about to kill him, call'd out to a Flock of Cranes, that flew over his Head, to bear Witness of his Murther. These Murtherers sometime afterwards fitting in the Theatre, and feeing a Flight of Cranes, said in Triumph

to

By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth The fecret'ft man of blood. - What is the night?

Lady. Almoft at odds with morning, which is which. Mach. How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding?

Lady. Did you send to him, Sir?

Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will send :
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house (28)
I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird sisters :
More shall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst, for mine own good.
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in fo 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 Seafon of all Nature's Sleep.

Mach. Come, we'll to fleep; my strange and self abuse

to one another; Behold, Ibycus's Avengers! The Words being overheard, the Robbers were apprehended, rack'd upon Sufpicion, and brought to a Confession of the Murther. And thus, as Aufonius says,

Ibycus ut periit, vindex fuit altivolans Grus. Monfieur. Le Feure, in his Lives of the Greek Poets, has concluded with remarking on Ibycus, that as he liv'd a Poet, fo he dy'da Prophet.

(28) There is not One of them,] Thus the modern Editors. But, One of Whom? Macbeth has just said, thathe heard, Macduff meant to disobey his Summons: and he would immediately subjoin, that there is not a Man of Macduff'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 them

Here we again meet with a deprav'd Reading; but it is such a One, as, I am perswaded, has led me to the Poet'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. The Etymology of the Word is to be found in Spelman's Saxon Glossary, Wormius's Danish Hiftory, Cafaubon de Lingua Saxonica, &c. And my Emendation, I conceive, is fufficiently confirm'd by what Holingshead, from whom our Author has extracted fo many Particulars of History, expreffly says in proof of this Circumftance. For Macbeth had in every Nobleman's House one fly Fellow or other, in fee with him ; to reveal All that was faid or done, within the fame: by which Slight he oppress'd the most part of the Nobles of bis Realm.

Is

Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :
We're yet but young in Deed.

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(29) [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate,

Wit.

W THY, how now, Hecat', you look angerly.

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
Hath been but for a weyward for;
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.

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(29) We're 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 Deed, i. e. but little inur'd yet to Acts of Blood and Cruelty: for Time and Practice harden Villains in their Taade, who are timorous till so harden'd. So Macbeth says before;

Things bad begun strengthen themselves in III.

So, afterwards,

Direness, familiar to my flaught'rous Thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

So in 3d. Henr. VI.

Made impudent with use of evil Deeds.

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:

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, distill'd by magick flights,
Shall raise fuch artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illufion,
Shall draw him on to his confufion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :

And you all know, Security
Is mortals chiefeft enemy.

[Mufick 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 Wit. Come, let's make haste, she'll foon be back again. [Ex.

SCENE changes to a chamber.

Len. My

Enter Lenox, and another Lord. y former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther : only, I fay, 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't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous too It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbaine 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 fleep? Was not that nobly done? ay, wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny't. So that I fay, He has borne all things well; and I do think, That had he Duncan's fons under his key,

(As, and't please heav'n, he shall not ;) they should find

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What 'twere to kill a father: so should Fleance.
But peace! for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd
His prefence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lord. The Son of Duncan, (30)
From whom this tyrant holds the due of Birth,
Lives in the English 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 Macduff
Is gone to pray the King upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward;
That by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratifie the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, fleep to our nights;
Free from our feafts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now. And this report

(30) 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 first place, Macbeth could not be said to hold the Due of Birth from Both Duncan's Sons. The Succession 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 next place, the Sons of Duncan did not Both shelter in the English Court. Upon the Discovery of their Father's Murther, we find them thus determining.

Malc..

-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 Act, or Macbeth had very ill Intelligence :

We hear, our bloody Coufins are bestow'd

In England and in Ireland.

Nor were they together, even at the Time when Malcolm difputed his Right with Macbeth.

Who knows, if Donalbaine be with his Brother ?

Len. For certain, Sir, he is not.

Besides, Hector Boethius and Holingshead (the latter of whom 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 Nephew's. Hath

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