Even so. I don't believe that Shakspeare always means you to be able to lay motives in the balance and weigh them. Far otherwise.
TALBOYS.
Ay—Think how the Murder of Duncan leaps up, Hell-born, into the heart of Macbeth—at the breath of the Weird Sisters!
NORTH.
Perhaps. Poetry shaping out an action, distinguishes herself, amongst other points of distinction herein, from History, that while she shows lucidly, and of her own clear knowledge, the concatenation of Cause and Effect, yet passion and imagination require the indefinite. There is then a conflict of claims and powers; and the part of logic is hence imperfectly rendered. You see the river sweeping by you, without knowing all the springs that have fed it.
TALBOYS.
Say that again, sir.
NORTH.
There is the hatred—a tragical power, which the Poet is principally concerned to use—less to explain.