I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; Macd. What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth With my confineless harms. Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Macd. We have willing dames enough; there cannot be Mal. With this, there grows, In my most ill-compos'd affection, such Macd. This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming graces, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Uproar the universal peace, confound Than summer-seeding lust;] The allusion is to plants; and the sense is, - —“Avarice is a perennial weed: it has a deeper and more pernicious root than lust, which is a nere annual, and lasts but for a summer, when it sheds its seed and decays." BLACKSTONE. But Mr. Malone reads, "summer-seeming." + -foysons, plenty 9 All these are portable,] Portable, i. e. bearable. Macd. O Scotland! Scotland! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken. Macd. Fit to govern! No, not to live. O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, And does blaspheme his breed? - Thy royal father Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O, my breast, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: 1 From over-credulous haste:] From over-hasty credulity. Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Now we'll together; and the chance, of goodness, Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon. - Comes the king forth, I pray you? 2 Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, That stay his cure: their malady convinces The great assay of art; but, at his touch, Such sanctity hath heaven given in his hand, They presently amend. Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exit Doctor. 'Tis call'd the evil: Macd. What's the disease he means? A most miraculous work in this good king: 4 2 convinces -] i. e. overpowers, subdues. 3 3 The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;] Dr. Percy, in his notes on The Northumberland Houshold Book, says, "that our ancient kings even in those dark times of superstition, do not seem to have affected the cure of the king's evil.—This miraculous gift was left to be claimed by the Stuarts: our ancient Plantagenets were humbly content to cure the cramp." In this assertion, however, the learned editor of the above curious volume has been betrayed into a mistake, by relying too implicitly on the authority of Mr. Anstis. The power of curing the king's evil was claimed by many of the Plantagenets. 4 a golden stamp, &c.] This was the coin called an angel, of the value of ten shillings. Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace. Macd. Enter Rosse. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. 5 Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes remove The means that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Dying, or ere they sicken. Macd. Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. O, relation, What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one. Macd. Rosse. Why, well. How does my wife? 5 My countryman; but yet I know him not.] Malcolm discovers Rosse to be his countryman, while he is yet at some distance from him, by his dress. This circumstance loses its propriety on our stage, as all the characters are uniformly represented in English habits. STEEVENS. |