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To turn me wild with thy distemper'd rage,
Alic. Stop a minute.-
Hast. What means thy frantic grief?
Alic. I cannot speak-
Hast. Speak, and give ease to thy conflicting passions!
Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak
Alic. Thy cruel scorn had stung me to the heart,
Hast. Destructive jealousy!
Baneful its rage, « None can be found so deadly; unhappy they,
easy fools who give the dæmon harbour:
6 Who turn a monster loose among mankind, Fiercer than famine, war, or spotted pestilence.* • Alic. If thou wilt curse, curse rather thine owa
Hast. Oh, thou inhuman! turn thy eyes away,
Alic. Can'st thou-oh cruel Hastings, leave me thus?
Hast. Now, mark! and tremble at Heav'n's just While thy insatiate wrath and fell revenge Pursu'd the innocence which never wrong'd thee, Behold! the mischief falls on thee and me:t Remorse and heaviness of heart shall wait thee,
* See p. 141. Note + The followiog passages will serve as a Comment upon this and upon each other:
in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Macbeth, A. I. S. VII. “ He made a pit, and digged it, and is falleu into the ditch which “ be made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his “ violent dealing sball come down upon his own pate:”.
PSALM VII, 15, 16. Bible translation, * The quarto reads potion. The following verse, however, from Psalm xi. 7. may, perhaps, support the reading of porrion: “Upon
And up remitting anguish be thy portion:*
Alic. Oh! yet, before I go for ever from thee,
in terrible array,
Alic. And does thy heart relent for my undoing?
Hast. Here, then, exchange we mutually forgiveness,
the uogodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tem“ pest: This shall be their portion to drink."
* “ The sorrows of death compassed me, and the overflowings of as ungodliness made me afraid. The pains of hell came about me
the snares of death overtook me." PSALM XVIII. 3, 4.
Mourning our guilty loves, and our deep woes,
[During this speech a Messenger enters and
speaks to Ratcliffe. Ratc. My Lord, dispatch; the Duke has sent to chide For loitering in my duty.
[me Hust. I obey.
Alic. Insatiate, savage monster! Is a moment
Some horrid kind of death will sure o'ertake him,
Hast. 'Tis all in vain, 'this rage that tears thy bosom;:
cage, Thou beat'st thyself to death." Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me;. Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burthen more than I can bear. Farewell—Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace and comfort from above. [Erit.
Alic. How have I strength, under this parting stroke, To live,-to breathe!
Hast. [Returning.] One thing I had forgot-
+ It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
Macbeth, A. III: S. IV. " And, surely, your blood of your lives will í require; at the hand of every beast will I require it; and at the hand of man, at
the hand of every man's brother'u ill I require the life of man. " Wboso sheddetta man's blood, by man skuli his blood he shed.”
GENESIS IX. 5, 6.
Alic. For ever? oh! for ever!
prove the torments of the last despair. *
SCENE I. A Street.
Bel. I met her as returning
Shore. Inhuman dogs! How did she bear it?
* I have altered this speech, thinking that the performer might he unwilling to give up altogether a speech, which, being at the end, of an aci, commonly (to use a theati ica! phrase) telts. But it appears to me that it would have a much better effect, were Alicia to come in, in this scene, with her two female attendants, as in A. v. and, on Hastings being led off by the guards, to utter a shriek, and faint in the arms of ber attendants; it would also very her erit frorna viher eseuese