“Snug.—Have you the lion’s part written? Pray you, if it be, give it to me, for I am slow of study.

Quince.—You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.” —Midsummer Night’s Dream.

There was a strange blending of the ridiculous with that which was solemn in this scene. The beast still continued its rolling, and apparently untiring movements, though its ludicrous attempt to imitate the melody of David ceased the instant the latter abandoned the field. The words of Gamut were, as has been seen, in his native tongue; and to Duncan they seem pregnant with some hidden meaning,