Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
Lady. the King, who all‑hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
Lady. before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
Lady. the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
Lady. haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Lady. Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
Lady. by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
Lady. it to thy heart and farewell.
Lady. Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
Lady. What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,
Lady. It is too full o'th'Milke of humane kindnesse,
Lady. To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
Lady. Art not without Ambition, but without
Lady. The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
Lady. That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
Lady. And yet would'st wrongly winne.
Lady. Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
Lady. Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;
Lady. And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,
Lady. Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,