Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mac. By his owne Interdiction stands accust,
Mac. And do's blaspheme his breed? Thy Royall Father
Mac. Was a most Sainted‑King: the Queene that bore thee,
Mac. Oftner vpon her knees, then on her feet,
Mac. Dy'de euery day she liu'd. Fare thee well,
Mac. These
Mac. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Mac. These Euils thou repeat'st vpon thy selfe,
Mac. Hath banish'd me from Scotland. O my Brest,
Mac. Thy hope ends heere.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Macduff, this Noble passion
Mal. Childe of integrity, hath from my soule
Mal. Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
Mal. To thy good Truth, and Honor. Diuellish Macbeth,
Mal. By many of these traines, hath sought to win me
Mal. Into his power: and modest Wisedome pluckes me
Mal. From ouer‑credulous hast: but God aboue
Mal. Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now
Mal. I put my selfe to thy Direction, and