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That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles, 'gainst a head, So old and white as this. Oh! oh!'tis foul.
Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhip'd of justice! Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjure, and thou simular of virtue, That ait incestuous! catiff, shake to pieces, That, under cover of convivial seeming, Has practis'd on man's life-Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and ask Those dreadful summoners grace!-I am a man, More sinn'd against , than sinning.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
It is the bloody business which informis
The curtain'd sleep; now Witchcraft celebrates
pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides , tow'rds his de
sign Moves like a ghost. Thou sound and firm.set
Macd. ee, who comes here!
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd My ever-gentle cousin , welcome hither. Mal. I know him now. Good God, betimes re
Rosse. Sir , Amen.
Rosse. Alas, poor country,
air, . Are made, not mark'd;where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd for whom: and good men's lires
Expire before the flowers in their caps;
Macd. Oh, relation
Macd. How does my wife?
'em. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech : how
Mal. Be't their comfort
Macd. What, concern they
Rosse. No mind that's honest,
· Macd. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for
ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard.
Macd. Humi! I guess at it.
Mal Merciful Heav'n!
Macd. My children too!
be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife
kill'd too! i Rosse: I've said.
Mal. Be comforted. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. . Macd. He has no children. — All my pretty
ones! Did you say all? What all? Oh, hell-kite! All?
Mal. Endure it like a man.
Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did Heav'n look
on, And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell Slaughter on their souls. Heav'n rest them
now! Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword, let
Convert to wrath; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Macd. 0,I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue. But gentle heav'n! Cut short all intermission : front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Within my sword's length set him, if he 'scape , Then Heav'n forgive him too!
Mal. This tnne goes manly. Come , go we to the king, our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you
may; The night is long that never finds the day,
SHAKESPEARB. • CHA P. X X I V. Antony's Soliloquy over Caesar's body,
U pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth! That I am meek and gentle with these butchers. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times. 'Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, (Which like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the line of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war; All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds; And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry, Havock! and let slip the dogs of war.