SEWARD.
Is she sublime in her wickedness?
NORTH.
It would, I fear, be wrong to say so. But I was speaking of Macbeth's character—not of hers—and, in comparison with him, she may seem a great creature. They are now utterly alone—and of the two he has been the more familiar with murder. Between them, Duncan already is a dead man. But how pitiful—at such a time and at such a greeting—Macbeth's cautions—
"My dearest Love,
Duncan comes here to-night!
Lady.—And when goes hence?
Macbeth.—To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady.—Oh, never
Shall sun that morrow see!"
Why, Talboys, does not the poor devil—
TALBOYS.