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Macbeth, IV. iii.

Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root

Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been

The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;

Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will,

Of your mere own; all these are portable,

With other graces weigh'd.

Mal. But I have none: the king-becoming graces,

As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

I have no relish of them, but abound

In the division of each several crime,

Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

All unity on earth.

Macd. O Scotland, Scotland!

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:

I am as I have spoken.

Macd. Fit to govern.

No, not to live. O nation miserable,

With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,

Since that the truest issue of thy throne

By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,

And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father

Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee,

Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,

Died every day she liv'd. Fare thee well!

These evils thou repeat' st upon thyself

 86 summer-seeming: hot but transient

87 sword: i.e., cause of death

88 foisons: plentiful supplies

89 portable: endurable

96 division: practiced execution (a musical term)

107 interdiction: decree of exclusion

111 Died every day: i.e., was always ready for death

