The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . threerows of tombs, said to be those of the Scottish, Irish,and Norwegian kings, in number reported to beforty-eight. For statements like these, however,there is no authority but tradition. Tradition itselfdoes not pretend to individualize these tombs; sothat the stranger must be satisfied witli the know-ledge that within the enclosure where he stands lieDuncan and Macbeth. Corpach, two miles from Fort William, retainssome distinction from being the place whence thebodies of the Scottish monarchs were embarked forthe sacred island. While traver
The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . threerows of tombs, said to be those of the Scottish, Irish,and Norwegian kings, in number reported to beforty-eight. For statements like these, however,there is no authority but tradition. Tradition itselfdoes not pretend to individualize these tombs; sothat the stranger must be satisfied witli the know-ledge that within the enclosure where he stands lieDuncan and Macbeth. Corpach, two miles from Fort William, retainssome distinction from being the place whence thebodies of the Scottish monarchs were embarked forthe sacred island. While traversing the stormywaters which surround these gloomy western isles,the imagination naturally reverts to the ancient dayswhen the funeral train of baiks was tossing amidstthe waves, and the chant of the monks might beheard from afar welcoming the remains of the mo-narch to their consecrated soil. Some of the Irish and Norwegian kings buried inlona were pilgrims, or had abdicated their thronesand retired to the monastery of St. .Columba. 31 .f^^^if^. ^^M*!1U«I^^^^_^ [Forres.] ACT III. SCENE I.—Forres. ^ Room in the Palace. Enter Banquo. Ban. Thou hast itnow,J?;ing, Cawdor, Glamis,all,As the weird women promisd; and I fearThou playdst most foully for t: yet it was said,It should not stand in thy posterity; - But that myself should be the root, and fatherOf many kings. If there come truth from them,(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)Why, by the verities on thee made good,May they not be my oracles as well,And set me up in hope 1 But, hush ; no more. Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King ; LadyMacbeth, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords,Ladies, awd! Attendants. Macb. Here s oui chief M. If he had been forgotten 32 It had been as a gap in our gieat feast,And all-tiling imbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,And I 11 request your presence. Ba7i. Let your highness Command upon me ; to the which, my dutiesAre with a most indissoluble tieFor ever knit. M
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