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That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid,
To pray for this good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever?
i Mur.

We are men, my liege.
Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file*
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
2 Mur.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

i- Are you so gospelld,] Are you of that degree of precise virtue? Gospeller was a name of contempt given by the Papists to the Lollards, the puritans of early times, and the precursors of protestantism. JOHNSON.

9 Shoughs,] Shoughs are probably what we now call shocks, demi-wolves, lyciscæ; dogs bred between wolves and dogs.

4- the valued file-] In this speech the word file occurs twice. The valued file is the file or list where the value and peculiar qualities of every thing is set down, in contradistinction to what he immediately mentions, the bill that writes them all alike. File, in the second instance, is used in the same sense as in this, and with a reference to it: Now if you belong to any class that deserres a place in the valued file of man, and are not of the lowest rank, the common herd of mankind, that are not worth distinguishing from each other.

Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.
1 Mur.

And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Both of you
Know, Banquo was your enemy.
2 Mur.

True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis

That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near’st of life: And though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight,
And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is,

That I to your assistance do make love;
Masking the business from the common eye,
For sundry weighty reasons.
2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur.

Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within

this hour, at most,
I will advise you where to plant yourselves.
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time,
The moment on't;' for't must be done to-night,

5— in such bloody distance,] By bloody distance is here meant, such a distance as mortal enemies would stand at from each other, when their quarrel must be determined by the sword. This sense seems evident from the continuation of the metaphor, where every minute of his being is represented as thrusting at the nearest part where life resides.

o For certain friends-] For, in the present instance, signifies because of ? Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time,

The moment on't;] i, e, in ancient language, “ acquaint

And something from the palace; always thought,
That I require a clearness:8 And with him,
(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,)
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I'll come to you anon.
2 Mur.

We are resolv’d, my lord.
Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within.
It is concluded :- Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.



The same. Another Room.
Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant.
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?
Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his

For a few words.
Serv. Madam, I will.

[Exit. Lady M.

Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.

yourselves" with the exact time most favourable to your purposes ; for such a moment must be spied out by you, be selected by your own attention and scrupulous observation.—You is ungrammatically employed, instead of yourselves. * always thought,

That I require a clearness: ] i. e. you must manage matters so, that throughout the whole transaction I may stand clear of suspicion. Enter MACBETH.

Should be withey think on ch should indeaking?

How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making?
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.

Macb. We have scotch'd' the snake, not kill'd it;
She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let
The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!

Lady M. Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial ʼmong your guests to-night.

Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
Unsafe the while, that we
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams;
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.

9- sorriest fancies - ) i. e. worthless, ignoble, vile. I- scotch'd-] i.e. cut slightly. . In restless ecstacy.) Ecstacy, for madness, or agony. * Present him eminence,] i. e. do him the highest honours.

Lady M.

You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.“ Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum.

mons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. Lady M.

What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest

chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the

crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee still; Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: So, pr’ythee, go with me.



- nature's copy's not eterne.] The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature, has its time of termination limited. Johnson.

5 The shard-borne beetle,] The shard-borne beetle is the beetle borne along the air by its shards or scaly wings.

- Come, seeling night,] Seeling, i. e. blinding. It is a term in falconry.

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