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Cordelia on the Ingratitude of her Sisters.

You see, is curd in him: and yet it is danger

To make him even o'er the time he has lost. 0, my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss

Desire him to go in; trouble him no more

Till further settling. Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters

Cord. Will't please your highness walk? Hare in thy reverence made!

Lear. You must bear with me. Had you not been their father, thesewhite flakes Had challengd pity of them. Was this a face Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old

and foolish. To be expos'd against the warring winds? Tostand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? Lear to Cordelia, when taken Prisoners. In the mosi terrible and nimble stroke

No, no, no, no! come, let's away to prison : Ofquick cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: Witbin this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel Though he had bit me, should have stood that

down, night

And ask of thee forgireness : so we'll live, Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father, | And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and To hovel ihee with swine, and rogues forlorn, laugh lo short and musty straw? Alack! alack!

At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them Had not concluded all.

[outScene lietween Lear and Cordelia. Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's Cord. How does my royal lord ? how fares and take upon us the mystery of things, your majesty ?

As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out, Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,

That ebb and flow by the moon.

Edm. Take them away.
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, Do scald like molten lead.

The gods themselves throw incense. Cord. Sir, do you know me?

The Justice of the Gods. Lear. You are a spirit, I know ; when did

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicos

Make instruments to scourge us. Cord. Still, still far wide !

[a while. Phys. He's scarce awake, let him alone Edgar's Account of his discovering himself to Leat. Where have I been? where am I?

his Father, Sc. Fair day-light!

[pity

List a brief tale:I am mightily abus’d.--I should even die with And, when 'tis told, O that my heart would To see another thus. I will not swear

burst! These are my hands.

The bloody proclamation to escape, Cord. O look upon me, Sir,

That follow'd me so near (O our lives' sweet. And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:

ness! No, Sir, you must not kneel.

That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Lear. Pray, do not mock me :

Rather than die at once!), taught me to shift I am a very foolish fond old man,

Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance Foarscore and upward : and, to deal plainly, That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Met I my father, with his bleeding rings, Methinks I should know you, and know this Their precious stones new lost; became his man;

guide,

[spair ; Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant Led him, begg’d for him, savd hiin from deWhat place this is; and all the skill I have Never (Ó fault !) reveal'd myself unto him, Remembers not these garments ; nor I know Until some half-hour past, when I was arm'd, not

[me, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, Wliere I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last For, as I am a man, I think this lady Told him my pilgrimage: but his faw'd heart To be my child Cordelia.

(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) Cord. And so I am, I am.

"Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray Burst smilingly. weep not:

Bast. This speech of yours hath mov’d me, If you have poison for me, I will drink it. And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you I know you do not love me; for your sisters

on ; Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You look as you had something more to say, You have some cause, they have not.

All. If there be more, more woful, hold Cord. No cause, no cause.

For I am almost ready to dissolve, (it ins Leas. Am I in France ?

Hearing of this. Kent. In your own kingdom, Sir,

Edg. This would have seem'd a period Lear. Do not abuse me.

To such as love not sorrow: but another, Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great To amplify too much, would make much more rage,

And top extremity.

arms

Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a Lady Mucleth, on the News of Duncan's man,

Approach.
Who having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn d my abhorr'd society; but, then, finding that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

The raven himself is hoarse,
Who 'twas that so endur’d, with his strong Under my battlements. Come, come you spirits
He fastend on my neck, and bellow'd out

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father: And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-fuli Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him,

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, That ever ear receiv'd; which, in recounting, Stop up th' access and passage to remorse; Began to crack :-twice then the trumpet The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life That no compunctious visitings of nature

fell purpose, nor keep pace between sounded, And there I left him tranc'd.

And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi

nisters, Lear on the Death of Cordelia. Wherever in your sightless substances (night, Howl, howl, howl, howl! () you are men You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick of stones!

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That my keen koise see not the wound it makes; That heaven's vault should crack.-0, she is Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the gone for ever! To cry. “Hold! hold !"

[dark, I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She's dead as earth : lend me a looking-glass;

Macbeth's Irresolution. If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, It were done quickly: if the assassination (well

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere Why, then she lives. This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, It is a chance which docs redeem all sorrows,

With his surcease, success; that but this blow That ever I have felt.

Might be the be-all and the end-all here, Kent. O, my good master!

But here upon this bank and shoal of time, Lear. Pr’yı hee away

We'd jump the life to come. But, in these A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all !

cases,

[teach I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for We still have judgement here ; that we but ever!-

Bloody instructions, which being taught, return Cordelia! Cordelia ! stay a little. Ha!

To plague the inventor : this even-handed What is 't thou say'st!-Her voice was ever soft,

justice Gentle, and low.

Commends the ingredients of our poison d

To our own lips. He's here in double trust: Lear dying:

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life. Strong both against the deed; then as his host, Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, Who should against his murderer shut the door, And thou no breath at all? O thou wilt come Not bear the knifeinyself. Besides, this Duncan no more,

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Never, never, never, wever, never.

So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against !

The deep damnation of his taking-off:
$ 29. MACBETH. SHAKS PEARE. And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Witches described.

Upon the sightless couriers of the air, - What are these,

Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye, [spura So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;

That tears shall drown the wind:-1 have ne
That louk not like the inhabitants o' the earth, To prick the sides of my intent, but only
And yet are on't ?-Live you, or are you aught Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
That man may question?' You seem to under. And falls on the other.
stand me,

Truc Fortitude.
By each at once her choppy finger laying I dare do all that may become a man!
Upon her skinny lips-- You should be women; Who dares do more, is none.
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

The murdering Scene. Macbeth alone.

Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
Macbeth's Temper.

The handle tow'rd my hand? Come, let me
Yet do I fear thy nature:

clutch thee It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, I have thee not; and yet I see thee still. To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible Art not without ambition, but without To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but The illness should attend it. What thou A dagger of the mind; a false creation, wouldst highly,

[false, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? That wouldst thou holily; wouldst poi play I see thee yet, in form as palpable And yet wouldst wrongly win.

As this which I now draw

[chalice

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; Macb. One cried, “ God bless us !" and And such an instrument I was to use. (senses,

“ Amen!" the other;

[hands, Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other As they had seen me, with these hangman's Or else worth all the rest :-) see thee still; Listening their fear. I could not say, Amen, And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, When they did say, God bless us. Which was not so before There's no such Lady. Consider it not so deeply. [Amen? thing :

Macl. But wherefore could not I pronounce It is the bloody business, which informs I had most need of blessing, and Amen Thas to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half Stuck in my throat. world

Lady. These deeds must not be thought Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse After these ways; so it will make us mod. The curtain d sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,

Sleep no more! Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, (pace, Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep. Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his The death of each days's life, sore labor’s bath, desiga

[earth, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second Vores like a ghost-Thou sure and firm-set Chief nourisher in life's feast.” [course, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for Lady. What do you mean? [the house: Thy very stones prate of my where-about, (fear Macb. Stillit cried, “ Sleep no more!" to all And take the present horror from the time, “ Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Which now soits with it. Whiles I threat, Cawdor

[more!" he lives

(A bell rings. Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no 1 20, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Lady. Who was it that thus cried? Why, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell

worthy Thane, That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [Exit. You do unbend your noble strength, to think Enter Lady.

So brain-sickly of things : go, get some water, Lady. That which hath made them drunk, And wash this filthy witness from your

hand. hath made me bold: (Hark! peace! Why did you bring these daggers from the What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire: place? It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man, They must lie there: go, carry them; and smear Which gives the stern'st good night. He is The sleepy grooms with blood. about it:

Much. I'll go no more :
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms I am afraid to think what I have done ;
Do mock their charge with snores; I have Lonk on't again I dare not.
druzg'd their possets,

Lady. Infirm of purpose !
That death and nature do contend about them, Give me the daggers : the sleeping, and the
Wbether they live or die.

dead, Macb. (Within] Who's there ?—what, ho! Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood Lady. A lack! i am afraid they have awak’d, That fears a painted devil

. If he do bleed, And 'tis not done :- he attempi, and not the I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, deed,

[ready, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Consounds as !-hark !-1 laid their daggers

Knocking within. He could not miss 'em.—Had he not resembled Mach. Whence is that knocking? [Starting. My father as he slept, I had don't.--My How is 't with me, when ev'ry noise appals me? husband ?

What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out Enter Macbeth.

mine eyes! Macl. I have done the deed :- didst thou not Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood bear a noise?

Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will Lady. I heard the owls scream and the The multitudinous seas incardine (rather Did not you speak?

[crickets cry. Making the green one red. Mact. When?

Re-enter Lady. Lady. Now.

Lady. My hands are of your color ; but I Mecb. As I descended ?

shame

(Knock. Lady. Ay.

To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking Macb. Hark! who lies i' the second cham- | At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber; Lady. Donalbain.

[ber? | A little water clears us of this deed : Maib. This is a sorry sight!

How easy is it then ! Your constancy (Looks on his hands. Hath left you unattended-hark! more knockLady. A foolish thought! to say a sorry sight. ing:

Knock. Macb. There's one did laughi in his sleep, Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, and one cried, “ murder!"

And show us to be watchers : be not lost That they did wake each other! I stood and So poorly in your thoughts. heard them:

Macb. To know my deed-'ıwere best not Be they did say their prayers, and address'd

know myself. Again to sleep.

[them Wake, Duncan, with this knocking! I would Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

thou couldst!

Macbeth's guilty Conscience, and Fears of Macb. Here had we now our country's hoBanquo.

nor roofd, Enter Macbeth to his Lady. Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Lady. How now, my lord? why do you Whom I may raiher challenge for unkindness, keep alone,

Than pity for mischance. Of sorriest fancies your companions making? Rosse. His absence, Sir, (highness Using those thoughts which should indeed Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your have died

To grace us with your royal company? With them they think on? Things without Macb. The table's full! [Starting all remedy

[done. Len. Here is a place reserv’d, Sir. Should be without regard: what's done, is Macb. Where? Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not Len. Here, my good lord. kill'd it;

[malice What is it that moves your highness? She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor Macb. Which of you have done this? Remains in danger of her former tooth.

Lords. What, my good lord? But let the frame of things disjoint, both the Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: nerer worlds suffer, Thy gory locks at me.

(shake Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Rosse: Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not In the affliction of these terrible dreams,

well.

[thus, That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead Lady. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often Whoin we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep Than on the torture of the mind to lie The fit is momentary; upon a thought [seat; In restless ecstasy:-Duncan is in his grave; He will again be well: if much you note him, After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; You shall offend him, and extend his passion! Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poi- Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? Malice domestic, foreign levy; nothing (son,

[To Mace aside. Can touch him farther!

Mucb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on Which might appal the devil.

(that o, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife !

Lady. O proper stuff! Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance This is the very painting of your fear : [ Aside. lives.

This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Lady. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Led you to Duncan. O these flaws and starts Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; | (Impostors to true fear) would well becoine Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath Aown A woman's story at a winter's fire, His cloister'd fight; ere, to black Hecate's Authoriz'd by her grandım. Shame itself! summons,

Why do you niake such faces? when all's done, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, You look but on a stool. Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be Macb. Pr’ythee, see there! A deed of dreadful note.

[done Behold! look! lo! how say you ? Lady. What's to be done?

[Pointing to the Ghost. Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dear. Why, whiat care 1? if ihou canst nod, speak est chuck,

(night, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling If charnel-houses and our graves must send Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; Those, that we bury, back-our monuments And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Shall be the maws of kites. Cancel, and icar to pieces, that great bond

[The Ghost ranishes. Which keeps me pale! Light thickens: and Lady. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Makes wing to the rooky wood : [the crow Mack. If I stand here, I saw him. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Lady. Fie, for shame! [olden time, While night's black agents to their prey do Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i the

Ere human statute purg'd the gen'ral weal ; Scene, a Room of State. Banquet prepared. Ay, and since too, murders have been performd

Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Too terrible for the ear : the times have been. Attendants.

That, when the brains were out, the man Lady. My royal lord,

would die; You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, And there an end: but now they rise again, That is not often vouchid, while 'tis a making, With twenty mortal niurders on their crowns, "Tis given with welcoine: to feed were best at And push us from our stools: this is more home;

Than such a murder is.

[strange From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony: Lady. My worthy lord, Meeting wire bare without it.

Your noble friends do lack you. [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Macb. I do forget :Vacbeth's Place.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ; Macb. Sweet remembrancer !-

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing Now, good digestion wait on appetite, To those that know me. Come, love and And health on both !

health to all;

(full : Len. May't please your highness sit? Then I'll sit down: gire me some wine, fill

too.

rouse.

I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Malcolm's Character of himself.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss : Mal. But I have none : the king-becoming
Would he were here! to all, and him, we

graces, And all to all.

[thirst, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, [The Ghost rises again. Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the I have no relish of them; but abound earth hide thee!

In the division of each several crime, Thy bones are marrow less, thy blood is cold; Acting it many ways. Nay, had I pow'r I Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,

should Which thou dost glare with!

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Lady. Think of this, good peers,

Uproar the universal peace, confound
But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other; All unity on earth.
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macd. O Scotland, Scotland !
Macb. What man dare, I dare:

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, I am as I have spoken. The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Macd. Fit to govern! Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves No, not to live. --O nation miserable, Shall never tremble ; or, be alive again, With an untitled tyrant, bloody-sceptred, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; When shalt thou see thy wholesoine days again? If trembling 1 inhibit thee, protest me Since that the truest issue of thy throne The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! By his own interdiction stands accurst, Unreal mockery, hence! Why, sombeing And does blaspheme his breed ? Thy royal gone, [The Ghost vanishes. father

[thee, I am a man again.--Pray yon, sit still. Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore

[The Lords rise. Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet, Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Died ev'ry day she liv'd. Fare thee well ! the good meeting.

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself, With most admir'd disorder.

Have banish'd me from Scoiland. () my breast, Mack. Can such things be,

Thy hope ends here !
And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
Without our special wonder? You make me Child of integrity, hath froni my

soul Even to the disposition that I owe, [strange, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcild my When now I think you can behold such sights, thoughts

[beth And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, To thy good truth and honor. Devilish MacWhen inine are blanch'd 'with fear.

By many of these trains hath sought to win me Rosse. What sights, my lord ?

Into his pow'r; and modest wisdom plucks me Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows From over-credulous haste: but God above worse and worse;

Deal between thee and me! for even now Question enrages him : at once, good night : I put myself to thy direction, and Stand not upon the order of your going: Unspeak mine own detraction ; here abjure But go at once.

The taints and blames I laid upon myself, Len. Good night, and better health For strangers to my nature. I am yet Attend his majesty.

Unknown to woman ; never was forsworn ; Lady. A kind good night to all.

Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;

[Exeunt Lords. At no time broke my faith ; would not betray Macb. It will have blood, they say ; blood The devil to his fellow; and delight [ing will have blood :

[speak; No less in truth than life; my first false speak. Stones have been known to move, and trecs to Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Augurs, and understood relations, have Is thine, and my poor country's, to command. By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, bronght

An oppressed Country. The secret'st man of blood.

[forih,

Alas! poor country ;

Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Witches: their Power.

Be callid our mother, but our grave; where I conjure you, by that which you profess

nothing, (Howe'er you come to know it), answer me; But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent Against the churches; though the yesty waves

the air,

seeins Confound and swallow navigation up: (down; Are made, not markd; where violent sorrow Though bladed corn be lodg’l, and trees blown A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives Their heads to their foundations; though the Dying, or ere they sicken. treasure

Macduff on the Murder of his Wife and Of nauire's germins tumble altogether,

Children. Even till destruction sickens, answer ine

Rosse. Would I could answer To what I ask you.

This comfort with the like! but I have words,

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