Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macd. Painted vpon a pole, and vnder‑writ,
Macd. Heere may you see the Tyrant.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. I will not yeeld
Macb. To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet,
Macb. And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
Macb. Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane,
Macb. And thou oppos'd, being of no woman borne,
Macb. Yet I will try the last. Before my body,
Macb. I throw my warlike Shield: Lay on Macduffe,
Macb. And damn'd be him, that first cries hold, enough.
Macb. Exeunt fighting. Alarums.
Macb. Enter Fighting, and Macbeth slaine.
Macb. Retreat, and Flourish. Enter with Drumme and Colours,
Macb. Malcolm, Seyward, Rosse, Thanes, & Soldiers.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. I would the Friends we misse, were safe arriu'd.
Sey. Sey.
Sey. Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
Sey. So great a day as this is cheapely bought.