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And pour'd them down before him.
Ang. We are sent,
Role. And for an earnest of a greater honour,
Ban. What, can the devil speak true ?
Macb. The Thane of Cawdor lives ;-
Ang. Who was the Thane, lives yet;
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,
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt !
[ 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,
Macb. Come what come may,
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
SCENE changes to the Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and
Or not those in commission yet return'd?
King. There's no art,
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus.
Was heavy on me.
Thou’rt fo far before, (10)
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
King. Welcome hither :
Ban, There if I grow,
King: My plenteous joys,
(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.
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, Thanes,
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you ;
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.
SCENE, changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's
Castle, at Inverness.
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