Ay, and fince too, Murthers have been perform'd That, when the brains were out, the man would die Lady. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you.. Do not muse at me, my moft worthy friends, To those that know me. Come, Love and Health to all! Lords. Our Duties, and the Pledge. [The Ghoft rifes again. Mach. Avant, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrrowlefs, thy blood is cold; Which thou doft glare with. Lady. Think of this, good Peers, Approach Thou like the rugged Russian bear, being gone, [The Ghoft vanisbes. [The Lords rife. broke the good With I am a man again: pray you, fit ftill. With most admir'd disorder. Macb. Can fuch things be, And overcome us like a Summer's cloud, Without our fpecial wonder? You make me ftrange When now I think, you can behold fuch fights; Roffe. What fights, my lord? Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worfe and worfe; Queftion enrages him: at once good night. Stand not upon the Order of your Going, Len. Good night, and better health Attend his Majesty! Lady. Good night, to all. [Exeunt Lerds. Macb. It will have blood, they fay; blood will have blood; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood relations, have 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. Macb. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his perfon, At our great bidding? Lady. Did you fend to him, Sir? Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will fend: More (16) There is not One of them,] Thus the modern Editors. But, One of Whom? Macbeth has just said, that he heard, Macduff meant to difobey. his Summons: and he would immediately fubjoin, 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 exprefs'd, as the Text as yet has ftood: The old Folio's give us the Paffage thus ; There's not a one of them Here More fhall they speak; for now I'm bent to know, Stept in fo far, that, fhould I wade no more, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; SCENE changes to the Heath. [Exeunt. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. 1 Witch. W HY, how now, Hecat', you gerly. look an Hec. Have I not reason, Beldams, as you are? In riddles and affairs of death? And, which is worse, all you have done Here we again meet with a deprav'd Reading; but it is fuck a One, as, I am perfuaded, has led me to the Poet's true Word and Meaning. There's not a Thane of them, i. e. a Nobleman: and fo the Peers of Scotland were all call'd, till Earls were created by Malcolme the Son of Duncan. (17) 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 Trade, who are timorous till fo harden'd. Hath Hath been but for a weyward fon; Meet me i'th" morning: thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound; Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Mufick and a Song. Hark, I am call'd; my little fpirit, fee, [Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Witch. Come, let's make hafte, fhe'll foon be back Len. again. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a chamber. MY Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Y former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I fay, Things have been ftrangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth marry, he was dead: And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late. Whom, you may fay, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous too VOL. VI. It It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! That were the flaves of drink, and thralls of fleep? (As, an't please heav'n, he shall not;) they fhould find Macduff lives in difgrace. Sir, can you tell Lord. The Son of Duncan, (18) From whom this tyrant holds the due of Birth, (18) The Sons of Duncan Lives From whom this Tyrant holds the Due of Birth,] I have fet right this Paffage against the Authority of our unobserving Editors. And the Proofs of my Emendation are obvious. In the first place, Macbeth could not be faid to hold the Due of Birth from Both Duncan's Sons. The Succeffion to the Crown was the Right of Malcolm; and Donalbain could have no Right to it, as long as his Elder Brother or any of his Iffue 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 Murder, we find them thus determining. Malc.. I'll to England. Donal. To Ireland I; our separated Fortune Shall keep us both the fafer. This Determination, 'tis plain, they immediately put into A&, or Macbeth had very ill Intelligence: We bear, our bloody Coufins are befiow'd In England and in Ireland. Nor were they together, even at the time when Malcolm difputed his Right with Macbeth. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Brother? Len. For certain, Sir, be is not. Befides, Hector Boethius and Holing bead (the latter of whom our |