And yet seem cold-the time you may so hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough. There cannot be73
That vulture in you to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclined.
MALCOLM With this there grows
77 In my most ill-composed affection such 78 A stanchless avarice that, were I king, 79 I should cut off the nobles for their lands, 80 Desire his jewels, and this other's house, And my more-having would be as a sauce
82 To make me hunger more, that I should forge Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
MACDUFF This avarice
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root
86 Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been 87 The sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear.
88 Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will 89 Of your mere own. All these are portable, 90 With other graces weighed.
MALCOLM
But I have none. The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness,
93 Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
95 I have no relish of them, but abound 96 In the division of each several crime, Acting in many ways. Nay, had I pow'r, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
99 Uproar the universal peace, confound 100 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 Fit to govern?
No, not to live! O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,104
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed107