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Acting in many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken.
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Have banished me from Scotland.-O, my breast,
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste; but God above Deal between thee and me! I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; At no time broke my faith; would not betray
For even now
1 "With an untitled tyrant." Thus in Chaucer's Manciple's Tale:
"Right so betwix a titleless tiraunt
2 Credulous haste, overhasty credulity.
The devil to his fellow; and delight
Enter a Doctor.
Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I pray you?
Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure. Their malady convinces The great assay of art; but at his touch, Such sanctity hath Heaven given his hand, They presently amend.
I thank you, doctor.
Macd. What's the disease he means? Mal. 'Tis called the evil; A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do. How he solicits Heaven, Himself best knows but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp2 about their necks, Put on with holy prayers; and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
1 i. e. overcomes it. We have before seen this word used in the same Latin sense, Act i. Sc. 7, of this play. "To convince or convicte, to vanquish and overcome-evinco."-Baret.
2 A golden stamp, the coin called an angel; the value of which was ten shillings.
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
See, who comes here?
The means that make us strangers!
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?
Rosse. Why, well.
Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
Is there scarce asked, for who; and good men's lives
Dying, or ere they sicken.
Too nice, and yet too true!
What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one.
How does my wife?
And all my children?
Macd. The tyrant has not battered at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them.
1 "To rent is an ancient verb, which has been long disused," say editors: in other words, it is the old orthography of the verb to rend. 2 A modern ecstasy is a common grief.
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes it?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witnessed the rather, For that I saw the tyrant's power afoot. Now is the time of help! Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses.
Be it their comfort,
That Christendom gives out.
'Would I could answer This comfort with the like! but I have words, That would be howled out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch1 them.
If it be mine,
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for
No mind, that's honest, though the main part
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
1 To latch (in the north) signifies the same as to catch. Thus also Golding, in his translation of the first book of Ovid's Metamorphoses:
"As though he would, at everie stride, betweene his teeth hir latch." 2 "Or is it a fee-grief," a peculiar sorrow, a grief that hath but a single
Were, on the quarry1 of these murdered deer,
Wife, children, servants, all
That could be found.
And I must be from thence!
My wife killed too?
I have said.
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all ?-O, hell-kite !-All?
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
Mal. Dispute it like a man.3
I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man.
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart; enrage it.
1 Quarry, the game after it is killed; it is a term used both in hunting and falconry. The old English term querre, is used for the square spot wherein the dead game was deposited. Quarry is also used for the game pursued.
2 "At one fell swoop." Swoop, from the verb to swoop or sweep, is the descent of a bird of prey on his quarry.
3 i. e. contend with your present sorrow like a man.