Macbeth - Act 4 Scene 3

England. Before the King's palace.

Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF

This is the first time we've seen Malcolm since the end of 2.3. His first line tells us that he wants to find somewhere to hide and cry, which does not recommend him as a potential saviour of Scotland.

MALCOLM
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.

MACDUFF
Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Bestride our down-fallen birthdom: each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out
Like syllable of dolour.

Malcolm's suspicions are valid, and repeat the lesson that Duncan failed to learn, about the impossibility of seeing into people's minds. 

MALCOLM
What I believe I'll wail,
What know believe, and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
He hath not touched you yet. I am young; but something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
To appease an angry god.

MACDUFF
I am not treacherous.

Malcolm returns to the image of exterior appearance and interior truth: in the aftermath of Macbeth's betrayal and Duncan's murder, it is impossible to distinguish between true virtue and cunning pretence. 

MALCOLM
    But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon;
That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose:
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.

MACDUFF
I have lost my hopes.

Either through cunning or courtesy, Malcolm voices his suspicions but then apologizes; he seems to recognize that Macduff may be honourable, but also acknowledges that trust can be dangerous.

MALCOLM
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
Without leave-taking? I pray you,
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,
Whatever I shall think.

If Macduff is truly a man of honour, then Malcolm has repeatedly insulted him. Macduff weathers the personal insults, but laments for the fate of his country.

MACDUFF
      Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee: wear thou thy wrongs;
The title is affeered! Fare thee well, lord:
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
And the rich East to boot.

This speech begins a complicated ploy on Malcolm's part, and we will later learn that he is lying. The actor may indicate this, having Malcolm think of this plan on the spot, or else he may enter into it fully, taking on the role of villain.

MALCOLM
  Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think withal
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here from gracious England have I offer
Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before,
More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

MACDUFF
  What should he be?

MALCOLM
It is myself I mean: in whom I know
All the particulars of vice so grafted
That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth
Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my confineless harms.

MACDUFF
Not in the legions
Of horrid Hell can come a devil more damned
In evils to top Macbeth.

MALCOLM
I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
The cistern of my lust, and my desire
All continent impediments would o'erbear
That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
Than such an one to reign.

Macduff seems to believe Malcolm's self-description, but determined to find a way around his confession. This may stem from his belief that Malcolm is the rightful king, or a conviction that anyone would be better than Macbeth.

MACDUFF
          Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclined.

MALCOLM
    With this there grows
In my most ill-composed affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels and this other's house:
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.

The notion of avarice as "the sword of our slain kings" may refer to Macbeth's murder of Duncan, or to the previous revolts described in 1.2, or perhaps to earlier episodes in Scottish history.

MACDUFF
This avarice
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 weighed.

How convincing are Malcolm's claims? Macduff seems to believe them, though there's no indication of this villainy in his earlier behaviour.

MALCOLM
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.

MACDUFF
O Scotland, Scotland!

MALCOLM
If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.

Macduff's initial reaction is rage, and he may lunge at Malcolm or actually attack him before giving in to despair for Scotland's future.

Macduff raises another aspect of lineage: the pressure of living up to the memory and example of one's parents.

MACDUFF
    Fit to govern!
No, not to live. O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed,
And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
Was a most sainted King; the Queen that bore thee,
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
Have banished me from Scotland. O my breast,
Thy hope ends here!

If Malcolm's earlier speeches have been at all convincing, this one becomes quite challenging. Having accused himself of every evil imaginable, he must now convince Macduff that the accusations were all lies (his first ever), and that he is, in fact, utterly virtuous. 

If Malcolm's earlier speeches have been at all convincing, this one becomes quite challenging. Having accused himself of every evil imaginable, he must now convince Macduff that the accusations were all lies (his first ever), and that he is, in fact, utterly virtuous. 

MALCOLM
Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste; but God above
Deal between thee and me! For even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow and delight
No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
Was this upon myself. What I am truly,
Is thine and my poor country's to command:
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
Already at a point, was setting forth.
Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

MACDUFF
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a Doctor

MALCOLM
Well; more anon. – Comes the King forth, I pray you?

The Doctor is frequently cut from modern productions, as this long interjection breaks up the action of the scene between Macduff's acceptance of Malcolm and Ross' tragic news.

Doctor
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch –
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand –
They presently amend.

MALCOLM
I thank you, Doctor.

Exit Doctor

MACDUFF
What's the disease he means?

"The evil" is the disease scrofula, which was known in the Middle Ages as "the King's Evil," as it was believed that the kings of England and France could cure the condition with the touch of their hands. Malcolm's description of the King of England's miraculous holiness makes him a stark contrast to Macbeth. Shakespeare's inclusion of this detail would also act as flattery to King James, establishing the current king's connection to this blessed legacy.

MALCOLM
'Tis call'd the Evil:
A most miraculous work in this good King;
Which often, since my here-remain in England,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
Himself best knows; but strangely-visited people,
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
That speak him full of grace.

Enter ROSS

MACDUFF
See, who comes here?

Malcolm's comment is odd here, given that it was he who first identifies Ross on his arrival in 1.2. This could indicate that Ross' appearance has been altered by the passage of time and the terrible events he's witnessed.

MALCOLM
My countryman; but yet I know him not.

MACDUFF
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

MALCOLM
I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
The means that makes us strangers!

ROSS
    Sir, amen.

MACDUFF
Stands Scotland where it did?

Since Ross is attempting to convince Malcolm to claim the Scottish throne, this description of current affairs may be exaggerated; Macduff seconds it, which suggests that it is accurate.

ROSS
  Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
Is there scarce asked for who; and good men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.

MACDUFF
  O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!

MALCOLM
    What's the newest grief?

ROSS
That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
Each minute teems a new one.

MACDUFF
How does my wife?

ROSS
Why, well.

Ross may be lying out of a wish to spare Macduff's feelings, or out of fear of rousing his anger, or in order to put off having to deliver the terrible news. Either way, Macduff seems to sense that something is amiss.

MACDUFF
And all my children?

ROSS
    Well too.

MACDUFF
The tyrant has not battered at their peace?

ROSS
No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

MACDUFF
But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

The Lord in 3.6 mentioned Macbeth's preparations for war. Here we learn indirectly that there are rebel forces within Scotland, though they have not yet openly attacked Macbeth.

ROSS
When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witnessed the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot.
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.

MALCOLM
      Be't their comfort
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.

ROSS
Would I could answer
This comfort with the like! But I have words
That would be howled out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.

MACDUFF
What concern they?
The general cause? Or is it a fee-grief
Due to some single breast?

Ross again has difficulty delivering the news, and takes several attempts to get to it, probably increasing Macduff's apprehension, or frustration, or both.

ROSS
  No mind that's honest
But in it shares some woe; though the main part
Pertains to you alone.

MACDUFF

      If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

ROSS
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.

MACDUFF
      Hum! I guess at it.

ROSS
Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughtered: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer,
To add the death of you.

Malcolm's advice is sound, urging Macduff to speak his pain rather than bottling it up; nevertheless, it comes while Macduff is still processing the news, and makes Malcolm seem impetuous rather than wise.

MALCOLM
Merciful heaven!
What, man! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

MACDUFF
My children too?

ROSS
    Wife, children, servants, all
That could be found.

This exchange evokes a state of shock, in which Macduff requires several repetitions in order to accept the enormity of the news, and Ross is forced to repeat his heart-rending tidings.

MACDUFF
  And I must be from thence!
My wife killed too?

ROSS
I have said.

MALCOLM
Be comforted.
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief.

MACDUFF
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?

MALCOLM
Dispute it like a man.

MACDUFF
    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 Heaven 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. Heaven rest them now!

This is surprising advice for Malcolm to give, since his reaction to his own father's murder was to run away to England, rather than to take action toward revenge.

Macduff's oath sets the stage for Act 5, building to a final confrontation between Macbeth and Macduff.

MALCOLM
Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

MACDUFF
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,
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,
Heaven forgive him too!

MALCOLM
This tune 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.

The final line of the scene is unusually phrased, but the sense of it is that even the darkest, longest night will eventually give way to the day. After the horrors of Macbeth's reign, there is now a glimmer of hope for Scotland.

Exeunt