deliver thee (my dearest partner of greatness) that thou might'ft not lose the dues of rejoycing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promifed thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor-and fhalt be Yet do I fear thy nature ; What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldft not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dft have, great Glamis, Enter Meffenger. What is your tidings? Mef. The King comes here to-night. Is not thy mafter with him? who, wer't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Mef. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming. One of my fellows had the fpeed of him; Who, almoft dead for breath, had fcarcely more Than would make up his meffage. Lady. Give him tending; He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarfe, [Exit Mef That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan That That no compunctious visitings of nature You wait on nature's mifchief. - Come, thick night! Enter Macbeth.. [Embracing him. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Mach. Dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when goes hence? Lady. Oh, never Shall fun that morrow see! Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men (12) Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, (12) Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters to beguile the Time. Look like the Time, I have ventur'd against the Authority of all the copies, to alter the pointing of this passage: and, I hope, with fome certainty. The Lady certainly means, that Macbeth looks fo full of thought and folemn reflection upon the purpos'd act, that, the fears, people may comment upon the reafon of his gloom: and therefore defires him, in order to take off and prevent such comments, to wear a face of pleasure and entertainment; and look like the time, the better to deceive the time. So Macbeth says, in a subsequent scene; Away and mock the time with fairest Shew. So Macduff says to Malcolm, --the time you may so hoodwink. i. e, blind the eye of observation, and so deceive people's thoughts.. But: But be the ferpent under't. He, that's coming, To alter favour, ever, is to fear. [Exeunt SCENE, before Macbeth's Caftle Gate. Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donal bain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus, and Attendants. King. HIS caftle hath a pleasant feat; the air T Unto our gentle fenfes. Ban. This guest of fummer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve Enter Lady. King. See, fee! our honour'd Hoftefs! The love that follows us, fometimes is our trouble, Lady. All our fervice (In every point twice done, and then done double,) Against thofe honours deep and broad, wherewith And And the late dignities heap'd up to them, King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We courft him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, (fharp as his fpur) hath holp him We are your guest to-night. Lady. Your fervants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt, To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly; [Exeunt. SCENE, changes to an Apartment in Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers fervants with dishes and Macb. I Fit were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well Could trammel up the confequence, and catch (13) But here, upon this bank and school of Time.] Bank and fchoolWhat a monstrous couplement, as Don Armada fays, is here of heterogeneous ideas! I have ventured to amend, which reftores a confonance of images, on this bank and fhoal of time. i. e. this hallow, this narrow ford of human life, oppofed to the great abyfs of eternity. This Word has occurr'd again, before, to us in the life of King Henry VIIIth. And founded all the depths and heals of honour. Returns 1 Returns th' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice And Pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heav'n's cherubin hors'd (14) Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye; Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? Lady. He's almoft fupp'd; why have you left the Lady. Know you not, he has? [chamber? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Which would be worn now in their newest glofs, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreft yourself? hath it flept fince? (14)- — or heav'n's cherubin bors'd upon the fightless couriers of the |