By his loved manfionry that heaven's breath Enter Lady. King. See, fee! our honour'd Hoftefs! The love that follows us, fometimes is our trouble, Which ftill we thank as love. Herein I teach you How you should bid gold-eyld us for our pains, And thank us for our trouble. Lady. All our service (In every point twice done, and then done double,) Were poor and fingle bufinefs to contend Against thofe honours deep and broad, wherewith King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well, [him And his great love, (fharp as his spur,) hath holp Lady. Your fervants ever Have theirs, themfelves, and what is theirs in compt, To make their audit at your Highnefs' pleafure, Still to return your own. King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly; [Exeunt. SCENE, changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's Caftle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with dishes and fervice over the Stage. Then MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the affaffination (13) But here, upon this bank and school of time,] Bank and fhoo!- What a monftrous couplement, as Don Armado fays, is here of heterogeneous ideas! I have ventured to amend, which reftores a confonance of images, on this bank and foal of time. i. e. this fhallow, this narrow ford of human life, opposed to the great abyfs of eternity. This word has occurred again, before, to us in the life of King Henry VIII. And founded all the depths and foals of honour. Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin horfed (4) Enter Lady MACBETH. How now? what news? Lady. He's almoft fupped; why have you left Macb. Hath he asked for me? Lady. Know you not he has? [the chamber? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all fort of people, Which would be worn now in their neweft glofs, Not caft afide fo foon. Lady. Was the hope drunk Wherein you drefs'd yourself? hath it flept fince ? I dare do all that may become a man; (14) or heaven's cherubin bor fed upon the fightless couriers of the air, But the cherubim is the courier; fo that he can't be faid to be horfed upon another courier. We must read, thesefore, courfers. Mr Warburton. Lady. What beaft was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? Did then cohere, and yet you would make both: As Macb. If we fhould fail?. Lady. We fail! But fcrew your courage to the fticking place, Mach. Bring forth men-children only! Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. I'm fettled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE, A Hall in Macbeth's Caftle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE, with a Torch before him. BAN QUO... HOW goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve. [the clock. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH and a Servant with a torch. Macb. A friend. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to-night been in unufual pleafure, And fent great largess to your officers; This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measurelefs content. |