Seyton. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit. As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Reënter SEYTON Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Enter a Messenger Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pall in resolution, and begin To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane:" and now a wood There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! SECTION II. CHANGE OF PITCH Change is the transition of sounds from one Degree of Pitch to another. Change is either concrete or discrete. The concrete is a glide through Pitch, characteristic of the note of speech. The discrete is a step from one Degree to another, and is a vocal necessity in making concretes, for a strong falling concrete must be preceded by a step upward and a strong rising concrete by a corresponding step downward. Broadly speaking, Change of Pitch conveys the meaning and represents the Mental nature, though, like other elements, its subdivisions correspond more definitely to the three natures of man. There are three fundamental laws of expression which govern all concrete changes of Pitch: (1) the direction of a concrete discloses its meaning, (2) the continuity of a concrete reveals its vitality, and (3) the length of a concrete determines its emotion. This gives rise to the three subdivisions of change,—(1) In flection, (2) Waves, and (3) Intervals, triune classification as follows: and accounts for their Inflection is a simple slide of voice from one Pitch to another. It is used in connection with all the other vocal elements to convey the meaning of the sentence, and is therefore Mental. There are two varieties of Inflection, (1) Rising and (2) Falling, as represented with the three Forms of Force in the following cuts : (1) The Rising Inflection is a slide from a lower to a higher Degree of Pitch, and is always anticipative in significance, expressing interrogation, hesitation, indecision, conciliation, begging, and incomplete sense. Illustrations. Questioning: "Have you that book I gave you?" well, Hesitation: "So-yes- -no-well, so be it." Indecision: "I think she is honest." Conciliation: "Well, well! I only meant to put it off." Begging: "Give me a piece of bread.” fate,—' Incomplete sense: "Whatever may be our fate, (2) The Falling Inflection is a slide of the voice from a higher to a lower Degree of Pitch, and is always conclusive in significance, expressing the answer of questions, determination, positiveness, scorn, denial, and completion of sense. Illustrations. Answering: "Yes, I have that book you gave me." Determination: "The war, then, must go on." Positiveness: "I know that to be a fact.” Scorn: "Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!" Denial: "We will proceed no further in this business." Completion of sense : "The day is done." Selection for Rising and Falling Inflections. NOTE. While anticipative thoughts will take Rising Inflections and conclusive thoughts the Falling in all language, these two changes of Pitch are clearly shown in the questions and replies in the colloquy between the Old Nurse and Lady Clare. LADY CLARE ALFRED TENNYSON It was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn: "He does not love me for my birth, And that is well," said Lady Clare. In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair: Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare." "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?" Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, “I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; "Nay, now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "Nay, now, my child," said Alice the nurse, |