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With twenty trenched gashes? on his head;
Thanks for that:-
morrow We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer.
My royal lord,
May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of BANQvo rises, and sits in
His absence, sir,
Macb. The table's full.
trenched gashes - ) Trencher, to cut. Fr.
the feast is sold, &c.] The meaning is,—That which is not given cheerfully, cannot be called a gift, it is something that must be paid for.
Here, my lord. What is't that moves your highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords.
What, my good lord? Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:—my lord is often
thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
O proper stuff! your fear:
This is the very painting of
make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool. Macb. Pr’ythee, see there! behold! look! lo!
how say you?Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
upon a thought --] i. e. as speedily as thought can be exerted.
0, these flaws, and starts, (Impostors to true fear,) would well become, &c.] Flaws are sudden gusts. Impostors to truc fear, mean impostors when compared with true fear. Such is the force of the preposition to in this place.
Those that we bury, back, our monuments
What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Fye, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden
time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ;o Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would
die, And there an end : but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : This is more strange Than such a murder is.
My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack
I do forget : Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to
all; Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill
full : I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
* Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;] The gentle weal, is, the peaceable community, the state made quiet and safe by human statutes; or rather that state of innocence which did not require the aid of human laws to render it quiet and secure.
1- to all, and him, we thirst,] We thirst, perhaps, means we desire to drink.
And all to all.8
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
earth hide thee!
Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb.
Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?" You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe,
8 And all to all.] i. e. all good wishes to all; such as he had named above, love, health, and joy. 9 If trembling I inhibit -] 1. e. forbid.
Čan such things be,
Without our special wonder?] The meaning is, can such wonders as these pass over us without wonder, as a casual summer cloud passes over us?
You make me strange
When now I think you can behold such sights,
What sights, my lord ? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse
and worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night:Stand not upon the order of your going, But go
at once. Len.
Good night, and better health Attend his majesty!
A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will
have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to
speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought
forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is
which. Macb. How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his
person, At our great bidding?
these words thus:-You prove to me that I am a stranger even to my own disposition, when I perceive that the very object which steals the colour from my cheek, permits it to remain in yours. In other words, -You provet
e to me how false an opinion I have hitherto maintained of my own courage, when yours, on the trial, is found to exceed it.
Augurs, and understood relations, &c.] Perhaps we should read, auguries, i. e. prognostications by means of omens and prodigies. These, together with the connection of effects with causes, being understood, (says he,) have been instrumental in divulging the most secret murders. Magot-pie is the original name of the bird; Magot being the familiar appellation given to pies, of which the modern mag is the abbreviation. * How say'st thou, &c.] i. e. What do you think of this circum