e the negative quality of evil and the barren results of wicked action. The individual who once prized mutable goods in the form of respect and admiration from those about him, now discovers that even such brief satisfactions are denied him: And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.But the man is conscious of a profound abstraction of something far more precious that temporal goods. His being has shrunk to such little measure that he has lost his former sensitiveness to good and evil; he has taken so full with horrors and the disposition of evil is so fixed in him that nothing can start him. His conscience is numbed so that he escapes the domination of fears, and such a consummation may indeed be called a sort of peace. But it is not entirely what expected or desires. Back of his tragic violations is the permanent urge toward that supreme contentment which accompanies and rewards fully actuated being; the peace which he attains is psychologically a unfeeling attitude to pain and spiritually a partial insensibility to the evidences of diminished being. His peace is the doubtful calm of utter negativity, where nothing matters.This spectacle of spiritual deterioration carried to the point of imminent dissolution arouses in us, however, a curious feeling of glory. For even after the external and internal forces of evil have done their worst, Macbeth remains essentially human and his conscience continues to witness the diminishing of his being. That is to say, there is still left necessarily some natural good in him; sin cannot completely deprive him of his rational nature, which is the root of his inescapable fondness to virtue. We do not need Hecate to tell us that he is but a wayward son, spiteful and wrathful, who, as other d...
