Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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All. Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
All. Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.
Banquo. Banquo.
Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,
Banquo. So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
Banquo. That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth,
Banquo. And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
Banquo. hat man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,
Banquo. each at once her choppie finger laying
Banquo. on her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
Banquo. d yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
Banquo. you are so.
Mac. Mac.
Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
1. 1.
1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis.
2. 2.
2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor.