Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. This supernaturall solliciting
Macb. Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
Macb. If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,
Macb. Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
Macb. If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
Macb. Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
Macb. And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
Macb. Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
Macb. Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
Macb. My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
Macb. Shakes so my single state of Man,
Macb. That Function is smother'd in surmise,
Macb. And nothing is, but what is not.
Banq. Banq.
Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. If Chance will haue me King,
Macb. Why Chance may Crowne me,
Macb. Without my stirre.