Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Y. Sey. Y. Sey.
Y. Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword
Y. Sey. Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Y. Sey. Fight, and young Seyward slaine.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Thou was't borne of woman;
Macb. But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to scorne,
Macb. Brandish'd by man that's of a Woman borne.
Macb. Exit.
Macb. Alarums. Enter Macduffe.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
Macd. If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
Macd. My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:
Macd. I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Macd. Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Macd. Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
Macd. I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be,
Macd. By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Macd. Seemes