Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lenox. No indeed my Lord.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,
Macb. And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare
Macb. The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?
Len. Len.
Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:
Len. Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England?
Len. I, my good Lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:
Macb. The flighty purpose neuer is o're‑tooke
Macb. Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,
Macb. The very firstlings of my heart shall be
Macb. The firstlings of my hand. And euen now
Macb. To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done:
Macb. The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize,