1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! I Witch. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not fo happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou fhalt get Kings, though thou be none; So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Mac. Stay, you imperfect Speakers, tell me more; No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Upon this blafted heath you stop our way, you. With fuch prophetick Greeting? Speak, I charge 'Would they had staid! Ban. Were fuch things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the infane root, That takes the Reason prisoner? Mach. Your children fhall be Kings. Mach. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? 2 By Sinel's death,-] The father of Macbe b. POPE. 3 -euten of the infane root,] Mr. Theobald has a long, and learned note on thefe words; and, after much puzzling, he at length proves from Hector Borthius, that this root was a berry. WARBURTON. SCENE SCENE V. Enter Roffe and Angus. Silenc'd with That, Roffe. The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, To give thee, from our royal Mafter, thanks; Not pay thee. Roffe. And for an earneft of a greater honour, He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In which Addition, hail, moft worthy Thane! For it is thine. Ban. What, can the Devil speak true? Whether he was as a tale can travel with the poff. As thick as tale Com Combin'd with Norway, or did line the Rebel Have overthrown him. [Afide. Macb. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor! [To Angus. Do you not hope, your children shall be Kings? [To Banquo; When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Ban. That, trusted home, 'Might yet enkindle you unto the Crown, In deepest confequence. Coufins, a word, I pray you. Mach. Two truths are told, [To Roffe and Angus. As happy prologues to the fwelling act [Afide. Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen *This fupernatural Solliciting [To Roffe and Angus. Cannot be ill; cannot be good. If ill, Whofe horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my feated heart knock at my ribs Against the ufe of nature; prefent fears Are lefs than horrible imaginings. My thought, whofe murther yet is but fantaftical, Shakes fo my fingle ftate of man, that Function Is fmother'd in furmife; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our Partner's rapt! Macb. If Chance will have me King, why, Chance may crown me, Without my ftir. Ban. New Honours, come upon him, [Afide. Like our ftrange garments cleave not to their mould But with the aid of ufe. Whofe horrid image doth UNFIX my hair,] But horror does not unfix the hair, but makes it ftand ftiff and upright. We should read, UPFIX. WARB. To unfix is, to put in motion. 9 -prefent fears Are less than horrible Imaginings.] Macbeth, while he is projecting the murder, is thrown into the moft agonizing affright at the profpect of it: which foon recovering from, thus he reafons on the nature of his diforder. But Imaginings are fo far from being more or lefs than prefent fears, that they are the fame things under different words. Shakespear certainly wrote, -prefent feats Are less than horrible imagine ings. i. e. when I come to execute this murder, I fhall find it much lefs dreadful than my frighted imagination now prefents it to me. Mach. Come what come may, [Afide. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains [To Roffe and Angus. The leaf to read them.-Let us tow'rd the King; Think, upon what hath chanc'd; and at more time, [To Banquo. The Interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Mach. Fill then, enough. Come, friends. 3 Time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day. I fuppofe every reader is difgutted at the tautology in this paffage, Time and the hour, and will therefore willingly believe that Shakere wrote thus, Come what come may, the rougheft day. Come what come my But to fhorten the pain of fufpenfe, he calls upon time in the ufual file of ardent defire, to [Exeunt. quicken his motion, -the hour runs through the This conjecture is fupported by the paffage in the letter to his lady, in which he fays, they referied me to the coming on of time, with Hail, King that fhalt be. 3 Time and the bour-] Time is painted with an hour-glass in his hand. This occafioned the expreffion. WARBURTON. My dull brain was wrought With things forgot - ] My head was worked, agitated, put into commotion. |