Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Rosse. But in it shares some woe, though the maine part
Rosse. Pertaines to you alone.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. If it be mine
Macd. Keepe it not from me, quickly let me haue it.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer,
Rosse. Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound
Rosse. That euer yet they heard.
Macd. Humh: I guesse at it.
Rosse. Your Castle is surpriz'd: your Wife, and Babes
Rosse. Sauagely slaughter'd: To relate the manner
Rosse. Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere
Rosse. To adde the death of you.
Malc. Malc.
Malc. Mercifull Heauen:
Malc. What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Malc. Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,