Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macd. Finding it so inclinde.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. With this, there growes
Mal. In my most ill‑compos'd Affection, such
Mal. A stanchlesse Auarice, that were I King,
Mal. I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Mal. Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
Mal. And my more‑hauing, would be as a Sawce
Mal. To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Mal. Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Mal. Destroying them for wealth.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. This Auarice
Macd. stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote
Macd. Then Summer‑seeming Lust: and it hath bin
Macd. The Sword of our slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Macd. Scotland hath Foysons, to fill vp your will
Macd. Of your meere Owne. All these are portable,
Macd. With other Graces weigh'd.