Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. Let vs seeke out some desolate shade, & there
Mal. Weepe our sad bosomes empty.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Let vs rather
Macd. Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,
Macd. Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,
Macd. New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes
Macd. Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds
Macd. As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Macd. Like Syllable of Dolour.
Mal. What I beleeue, Ile waile;
Mal. What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse,
Mal. As I shall finde the time to friend: I wil.
Mal. What you haue spoke, it may be so perchance.
Mal. This Tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Mal. Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
Mal. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something
Mal. You may discerne of him through me, and wisedome