Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy haire
Macb. Thou other Gold‑bound‑brow, is like the first:
Macb. A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Macb. Why do you shew me this?⸺A fourth? Start eyes!
Macb. What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?
Macb. Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
Macb. And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Macb. Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
Macb. That two‑fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Macb. Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
Macb. For the Blood‑bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
Macb. And points at them for his. What? is this so?
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1 I Sir, all this is so. But why
1 Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
1 Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
1 And shew the best of our delights.
1 Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
1 While you performe your Antique round:
1 That this great King may kindly say,