Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And bind us further to you. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland'!—That is a step, 'full of growing.] Is, exuberant, perfect, complete in thy growth. 1 hence to Inverness,] Dr. Johnson observes, in his Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland, that the walls of the castle of Macbeth, at Inverness, are yet standing. STEEVENS. 2 The prince of Cumberland!] The crown of Scotland was originally not hereditary. When a successor was declared in the On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. lifetime of a king (as was often the case), the title of Prince of Cumberland was immediately bestowed on him as the mark of his designation. Cumberland was at that time held by Scotland of the crown of England, as a fief. 3 missives from the king,] i. e. messengers. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature ; To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it: Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings? Enter an Attendant. Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. 4 the golden round, Which face and metaphysical aid -] The crown to which fate destines thee, and which preternatural agents endeavour to bestow upon thee. The golden round is the diadem. Metaphysical, which Dr. Warburton has justly observed, means something supernatural, seems, in our author's time, to have had no other meaning. In the English Dictionary, by H. C. 1655, Metaphysicks are thus explained; "Supernatural arts." Lady M. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Stop up You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, That my keen knife' see not the wound it makes ; The raven himself is hoarse,] The following is, in my opinion, the sense of this passage: Give him tending: the news he brings are worth the speed that made him lose his breath. [Exit Attendant.] 'Tis certain nowthe raven himself is spent, is hoarse by croaking this very message, the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements. Lady Macbeth (for she was not yet unsexed) was likelier to be deterred from her design than encouraged in it by the supposed thought that the message and the prophecy (though equally secrets to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's note. Unless we absurdly suppose the messenger acquainted with the hidden import of his message, speed alone had intercepted his breath, as repetition the raven's voice; though the lady considered both as organs of that destiny which hurried Duncan into her meshes. FUSELI. 6 mortal thoughts,] This expression signifies not the thoughts of mortals, but murderous, deadly, or destructive designs. 7 remorse ;] Remorse, in ancient language, signifies pity. And pall thee] i. e. wrap thyself in a pall. To pall, however, in the present instance, (as Mr. Douce observes,) may simply mean-to wrap, to invest. • That my keen knife-] The word knife, which at present has a familiar undignified meaning, was anciently used to express a sword or dagger. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men This night's great business into my despatch; 1 Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!] Shakspeare has supported the character of Lady Macbeth by repeated efforts, and never omits any opportunity of adding a trait of ferocity, or a mark of the want of human feelings to this monster of his own creation. The softer passions are more obliterated in her than in her husband, in proportion as her ambition is greater. She meets him here on his arrival from an expedition of danger, with such a salutation as would have become one of his friends or vassals; a salutation apparently fitted rather to raise his thoughts to a level with her own purposes, than to testify her joy at his return, or manifest an attachment to his person: nor does any sentiment expressive of love or softness fall from her throughout the play. While Macbeth himself, amidst the horrors of his guilt, still retains a character less fiend-like than that of his queen, talks to her with a degree of tenderness, and pours his complaints and fears into her bosom, accompanied with terms of endearment. 2 Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men STEEVENS. May read, &c.] That is, thy looks are such as will awaken men's curiosity, excite their attention, and make room for suspicion. |