Thou perjure, and thou fimular of virtue, s SHAKSPEAR CHAP. XXII. MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY. Is this a dagger which I fee before me, The handle tow'rd my hand? come, let me clutch thee,- I have thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill. Thou marshall'ft me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other fenfes, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er one half the world Whose howl's his watch,) thus with his ftealthy pace R Mores Moves like a ghoft.-Thou found and firm-fet earth Hear not my fteps, which way they walk, for fear ftones prate of my where- about; The very And take the present horror from the time,~ Which now fuits with it.Whilft I threat, he livesgo, and it is done; the bell invites me. I Hear it not, Duncan! for it is a knell That fummons thee to Heaven or to Hell! SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XXIII. MACDUFF, MALCOLM, AND ROSSE. MACD. SEE who comes here? MAL. My countryman; but yet I know him not; MACD. My ever gentle coufin, welcome hither. MAL. I know him now. Good God! betimes remove The means that makes us ftrangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. MACD. Stands Scotland where it did? ROSSE. Ala s! poor country, Almoft afraid to know itself. It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing, Is there scarce afk'd for whom and good men's lives : Expire before the flowers in their caps; Dying or e'er they ficken. MACD. Oh, relation Too nice, and yet too true! MAL. What's the newest grief? Resse. That of an hour's age doth hifs the speaker, Each minute teems a new one. MACD MACD. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were at peace when I did leave 'em. MACD. Be not a niggard of your fpeech: how goes it? ROSSE, When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out, Which was to my belief witnefs'd the rather, For that I faw the tyrant's power afoot. Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Would create foldiers, and make women fight, To doff their dire diftreffes. MAL. Be't their comfort We're coming thither: gracious England hath, ROSSE. Would I could answer This comfort with the like; but I have words MACD. What concern they? The gen'ral caufe? or is it a free grief, Ross. No mind that's honeft, But in it fhares fome wo; though the main part Pertains to you alone. MACD. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Ross E. Let not your ears defpife my tongue for ever, Which fhall poffefs them with the heaviest found That ever yet they heard. MACD. Hum! I guess at it. ROSSE. Your caftle is furpris'd, your wife and babes Savagely flaughter'd! to relate the manner, Were on the quarry of thefe murder'd deer To add the death of you. MAL. Merciful Heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows, MACD. ROSSE. Wife, children, fervants, all that could be found. MACD. And I must be from thence! my wife kill'd too? RossE. I've faid. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. MACD. He has no children.-All my pretty ones! Did you fay all? what, all? oh, hell-kite! all? MAL. Endure it like a man. MACD. I fhall do fo; But I muft alfo feel it as a man. I cannot but remember fuch things were, That were moft precious to me. Did Heav'n look on, Sinful Macduff, And would not take their part? MACD. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; MAL. MAL. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King, our power is ready; Put on their inftruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day. SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XXIV. ANTONY'S SOLILOQUY OVER, CÆSAR'S BODY. PARDON me, thou bleeding piece of earth! That I am meek and gentle with thefe butchers. Thou art the ruins of the nobleft man That ever lived in the tide of times. Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood! (Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, A curfe fhall light upon the line of men: Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrife, That mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold SHAKSPEARE. |