Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macd. Within my Swords length set him, if he scape
Macd. Heauen forgiue him too.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. This time goes manly:
Mal. Come go we to the King, our Power is ready,
Mal. Our lacke is nothing but our leaue. Macbeth
Mal. Is ripe for shaking, and the Powres aboue
Mal. Put on their Instruments: Receiue what cheere you may,
Mal. The Night is long, that neuer findes the Day.
Mal. Exeunt
Mal. Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Mal. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Mal. Enter a Doctor of Physicke, and a Wayting
Mal. Gentlewoman.
Doct. Doct.
Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with you, but can
Doct. perceiue no truth in your report. When was it shee last
Doct. walk'd?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue