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Seyton. It is the cry of women, my good lord. [Exit.
Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

Reënter SEYTON

Wherefore was that cry?

Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Macb. She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Enter a Messenger

Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
Mess. Gracious my lord,

I should report that which I say I saw,

But know not how to do it.

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Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.

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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
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,

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!
At least we'll die with harness on our back. [Exeunt.

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:

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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 :

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(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.”

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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,
And clouds are highest up in air,
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

I trow they did not part in scorn:
Lovers long-betroth'd were they:
They two will wed the morrow morn:
God's blessing on the day!

"He does not love me for my birth,
Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
He loves me for my own true worth,

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;
I speak the truth, as I live by bread!
I buried her like my own sweet child,
And put my child in her stead."

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"Nay, now, my child," said Alice the nurse,
"But keep the secret for your life,
And all you have will be Lord Ronald's,
When you are man and wife."

"If I'm a beggar born," she said,
"I will speak out, for I dare not lie.
Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold,
And fling the diamond necklace by."

"Nay, now, my child," said Alice the nurse,
"But keep the secret all ye can.”
She said, "Not so: but I will know
If there be any faith in man."

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