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And pour'd them down before him.

Ang. We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his fight,
Not pay thee.

Role. And for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cardor :
In which addition, hail, moft worthy Thane !
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true ?

Macb. The Thane of Cawdor lives ;-
Why do you dress me in his borrow'd robes ?

Ang. Who was the Thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin’d with Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage ; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wrack, I know not:
But treafons capital, confefs'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor ! [ Aside. The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.

[To Angus. Do you not hope, your children shall be Kings?

[To Banquo. When those, that gave the Thane of Cardor to me, Promis'd no less to them ?

Ban. That trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the Thane of Cawdar. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence, Cousins, a word, I pray you. [To Roffe and Angus. Macb. Two truths are told,

[Alide. As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemenThis fupernatural folliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good. If ill,


Why hath it giv'n me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I'm Thane of Cawdor.
If good; why do I yield to that suggestion,
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature ? present feats (9)
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes fo my fingle state of man, that function
Is smother'd'in surmise ; and nothing is,
But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt !
Macb. If chance will have me King, why, chance may
crown me,

[ Afide. Without my ftir.

Ban. New honours, come upon him, (9)

-present fears Are less than borrible imaginings.] Macbeth, while he is projecting the murder, which he afterwards puts in execution, is thrown into the most agonizing affright at the prospect of it: which soon recovering from, thus he reasons on the nature of his disorder. But imagina ings are so far from being more or less than present fears, that they are the same things under different words. Sbakespeare certainly wrote ;

- present feats

Are less than horrible imaginings. j. e. When I come to execute this murder, I fall find it much less dreadful than my frighted imagination now presents it to me. А consideration drawn from the nature of the imagination.

Mr. Warburton. Macbeth, Speaking again of this murder in a subsequent scene, uses the very fame term ;

I'm fettled, and bend up Each corp'ral agent to this terrible feat. And it is a word, elsewhere, very familiar with our poet. I'll only add, in aid of my friend's correction, that we meet with the very Same sentiment, which our poet here advances, in Ovid's Epistles ; Terror in bis ipso major solet ese periclo.

Paris Helenæ. ver. 349. And it is a maxim with Machiavel, that many things are more fear'd afar off, than near at hand. E sono molte cose che discosto paiono terribili, insopportabili, Arani; & quando tu ti appreffi loro, le riescono bumane, sopportabili, domestiche. Et pero fi dice, cbe sono maggiori li spaventi cbe i mali,

Mandragola, Atto. 3. Sc. II.



Like our strange garments cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of uie.

Macb. Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we ftay upon your leisure.

Mach. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registred where every day I turn The leaf to read then--Let us tow'rd the King; Think, upon what hath chanc’d; and at more time,

(To Banquo. (The Interim having weigh’d it,) let us speak Our free hearts each to other.

Ban. Very gladlí
Blacb. "Till then enough: come, friends. [Exeunt.

King. I

SCENE changes to the Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and

execution done on Cawdor yet?

Or not those in commission yet return'd?
Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die; who did report,
That very frankly he confess’d his treasons

Implor'd your Highness' pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance ; nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it. He dy'd,
As one, that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he own’d,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

King. There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face :
He was a gentleman, on whom I built
An absolute trust.

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus.
O worthiest Cousin !
The fin of my ingratitude e'en now


Was heavy on me.

Thou’rt fo far before, (10)
That swiftest wing of recompence is flow,
To overtake thee. Would thou’dit less deserv'd,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment.
Might have been mine! only I've left to say,
More is thy due, than more than all can pay..

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your Highness' part
Is to receive our duties; and our duties (11)
Are to your throne, and state, children and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe tow'rd your love and honour..

King. Welcome hither :
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,,
Thou hast no less deserv’d, and must be known
No less to have done fo: let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban, There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.

King: My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

(10) Thou art fo far before, . That swiftet wind of recompence is flow: To overtake thee.] Thus the editions by Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope: : whether for any reason, or purely by chance, I cannot determine, . I have chose the reading of the more authentick copies, Wing, We meet with the same metaphor again in Troilus and Cressida.

But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,

Cannot outfly our apprehension. (11)

and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants ; Wbich do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe towards your love and honour.). This may be sense'; but,, I own it gives me no very satisfactory idea : And tho' I have not disturb’d the text, I cannot but embrace in iny mind the conjccture of my ingenious friend Mr. Warburton, who would read;

by doing every thing, Fiefs towards your love and honour. ive. We hold our duties to your throne, &c. under an obligation of doing every thing in our power: as we hold our Fiefs, (feuda) those estates and tendres, which we have on the terms of homage and fervices.


N 5.

In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, Thanes,
And you whose Places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our Eitate upon
Our eldest Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland: which honour mult,
Not unaccompanied, invest him only;
But signs of Nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.--Hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you ;
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach ;
So humbly take my leave.

King. My worthy Cawder! ! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland !--that is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Afida For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.

King. True, worthy. Banquo; he is full so valiant; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE, changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's

Castle, at Inverness.
Enter Lady Macbeth alone, with a letter.

have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. While I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came misives from the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird fifiers Jaluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with hail, King that Thalt be! This have I thought good to


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