when he recollects that Banquo, Rosse, and Angus are standing near. Richard himself is not more wily--guily--smily--and oily; to the Lords his condescension is already quite kingly-- "Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registered where every day I turn The leaf to read them"-- TALBOYS. And soon after, to the King how obsequious! "The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your Highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should by doing everything Safe toward you love and honour." What would Payne Knight have said to all that? This to his King, whom he has resolved, first good opportunity, to murder! NORTH. Duncan is now too happy for this wicked world. "My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow." Invaders--traitors--now there are none. Peace is restored to the Land--the Throne rock-fast--the line secure-- "We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers." Now was the time for "the manly but ineffectual struggle of every exalted quality that can dignify and exalt the human mind"--for a few sublime flashes at least of generosity and tenderness, et cetera--now when the Gracious Duncan is loading him with honours, and, better than all honours, lavishing on him the boundless effusions of a grateful and royal heart. The Prince of Cumberland! Ha, ha! "The Prince of Cumberland!--That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies." But the remorseless miscreant becomes poetical-- "Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see!" The milk of human kindness has coagulated into the curd of inhuman ferocity--and all this--slanderers say--is the sole work of the Weird Sisters! No. His wicked heart--because it is wicked--believes in their Prophecy--the end is assured to him--and the means are at once suggested to his own slaughterous nature. No supernatural soliciting here, which a better man would not successfully have resisted. I again repudiate--should it be preferred against me--the charge of a _tendresse_ towards the Bearded Beauties of the Blasted Heath; but rather would I marry them all Three--one after the other--nay all three at once, and as many more as there may be in our Celtic Mythology--than see your Sophia, Seward, or, Buller, your-- BULLER. We have but Marmy. NORTH. Wedded to a Macbeth. SEWARD. We know your affection, my dear sir, for your goddaughter. She is insured. NORTH.