Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macd. Macd.
Macd. How do's my Wife?
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. Why well.
Macd. And all my Children?
Rosse. Well too.
Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace?
Rosse. No, they were wel at peace, when I did leaue 'em
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech: How gos't?
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Tydings
Rosse. Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Rosse. Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Rosse. Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
Rosse. For that I saw the Tyrants Power a‑foot.