Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Doct. Not so sicke my Lord,
Doct. As she is troubled with thicke‑comming Fancies
Doct. That keepe her from her rest.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Cure of that:
Macb. Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
Macb. Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Macb. Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
Macb. And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote
Macb. Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe
Macb. Which weighes vpon the heart?
Doct. Doct.
Doct. Therein the Patient
Doct. Must minister to himselfe.
Macb. Throw Physicke to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
Macb. Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe:
Macb. Seyton, send out: Doctor, the Thanes flye from me:
Macb. Come sir, dispatch. If thou could'st Doctor, cast
Macb. The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,