Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Mal.
Mal. Now neere enough:
Mal. Your leauy Skreenes throw downe,
Mal. And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Mal. Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Mal. Leade our first Battell. Worthy Macduffe, and wee
Mal. Shall take vpon's what else remaines to do,
Mal. According to our order.
Sey. Sey.
Sey. Fare you well:
Sey. Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night,
Sey. Let vs be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak, giue thē them all breath
Macd. Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
Macd. Exeunt
Macd. Alarums continued.
Macd. Scena Septima.
Macd. [Act 5, Scene 7]
Macd. Enter Macbeth.