Well, march we on, To give obedience where 't is truly ow'd: b Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal; LEN. Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. SERV. The English force, so please you. е [Exit Servant. [Exeunt, marching. I must not look to have; but in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, proposal to read "May of life," extend over four pages of the Variorum edition. It is unnecessary now to repeat them: most readers have learnt from Capell or Gifford that "way of life," the cursus vitæ of the Romans, is "a simple periphrasis for life." Those who are unacquainted with the latter's excellent note upon this phrase, should refer to it:-Massinger's Works, Vol. IV. p. 309, ed. 1813. See also Florio's "World of Wordes," 1611, in roce "Guado," which "resolute John" explains to mean, among other things, "the way, course, or race of man's life." a Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff-] To avoid the disagreeable recurrence of the word "stuff," Steevens was led to read, "foul bosom," and he adduced in support of his emendation the line in "As You Like It," Act II. Sc. 6, "Cleanse the foul body of the infected world." Notwithstanding Malone's defence of the repetition, we are strongly inclined to believe with Steevens that the line originally stood as he presents it, or thus, "Cleanse the clogg'd bosom of that perilous stuff," &c.; b "Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous load," &c. Both more and less have given him the revolt;] Given, in the first line, is indubitably wrong, and was probably caught up by the compositor from the line which follows. Johnson suggested, "-advantage to be gone; "&c. Steevens, "-ad. vantage to be got," &c.; and Mr. Singer, "-advantage to be gain'd," &c. - forc'd-] Strengthened. Mr. Collier's annotator reads, farc'd! Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. SEY. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? The queen, my lord, is dead. K. MACB. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. K. MACB, If thou speak'st false, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell!-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. And show like those you are.-You, worthy uncle, Srw. MACD. Make all our trumpets speak; give Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [Exeunt. Alarums. I cannot strike at wretched kernes, whose arms Are hir'd to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, By this great clatter, one of greatest note Enter MALCOLM and old SIWARD. For it hath cow'd my better part (2) of man! And break it to our hope!-I'll not fight with thee. MACD. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Here may you see the tyrant. K. MACB. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Ross, LENNOX, ANGUS, CAITHNESS, MENTEITH, and Soldiers. MAL. I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd. Srw. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. 515 MAL. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Ross. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt; He only liv'd but till he was a man ; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd SIW. cause of sorrow |
