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That this great king may kindly say,
(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.)
Mac. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour,
What's your grace's will?
No, indeed, my lord.
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word,
Fled to England?
Mac. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
This castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool;
But no more sights !4-Where are these gentlemen ?
3" Apparition of a bloody child.”—The idea of a "bloody child," and of his being more potent than the armed head, and one cf the masters of the witches, is very dreadful. So is that of the child crowned, with a tree in his hand. They impersonate, it is true, certain results of the war, the destruction of Macduff's children, and the succession of Banquo's; but the imagination does not make these reflections at first; and the dreadfulness still remains, of potent demons speaking in the shapes of children.
4" But no more sights." familiar phrase!
-What a world of horrors is in this little
THE QUARREL OF OBERON AND TITANIA.
A FAIRY DRAMA.
I have ventured to give the extract this title, because only contains the whole story of the fairy part of the Midsummer Night's Dream, but by the omission of a few lines, and the transposition of one small passage (for which I beg the reader's indulgence), it actually forms a separate little play. It is nearly such in the greater play; and its isolation was easily, and not at all injuriously effected, by the separation of the Weaver from his brother mechanicals.
Enter OBERON at one door with his train; and TITANIA at another with hers.
Ober. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
Tit. What! jealous Oberon? Fairies, skip hence;
Ober. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?
Ober. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiope?
Tit. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
From our debate, from our dissension:
Ober. Do you amend it then: it lies in you:
Why should Titian cross her Oberon ?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman,†
• Nine men's morris.-A rustic game, played with stones upon lines cut in the ground.
Set your heart at rest;
To fetch me trifles and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
Ober. How long within this wood intend you stay?
If you will patiently dance in our round,
Ober. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.
[Exeunt TITANIA and her train.
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back,
Ober. That very night I saw (but thou couldst not),
At a fair vestal, throned by the west ;*
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
*At a fair vestal, throned by the west.-An allusion to Queen Eliza. beth. See in the Rev. Mr. Halpin's remarks on this passage, published by the Shakspeare Society, a most ingenious speculation on the hidden mean. ing of it, as a bit of secret court history.
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watry moon :
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell;
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white; now purple with love's wound,
Fetch me that flower: the herb I showed thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth,
Having once this juice,
Another part of the Wood.
Enter TITANIA and her train.
Tit. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song;