Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosse. Now is the time of helpe: your eye in Scotland
Rosse. Would create Soldiours, make our women fight,
Rosse. To doffe their dire distresses.
Malc. Malc.
Malc. Bee't their comfort
Malc. We are comming thither: Gracious England hath
Malc. Lent vs good Seyward, and ten thousand men,
Malc. An older, and a better Souldier, none
Malc. That Christendome giues out.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. Would I could answer
Rosse. This comfort with the like. But I haue words
Rosse. That would be howl'd out in the desert ayre,
Rosse. Where hearing should not latch them.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. What concerne they,
Macd. The generall cause, or is it a Fee‑griefe
Macd. Due to some single brest?
Rosse. No minde that's honest