Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
La. And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
La. Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
La. Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Prythee peace:
Macb. I dare do all that may become a man,
Macb. Who dares do more, is none.
La. La.
La. What Beast was't then
La. That made you breake this enterprize to me?
La. When you durst do it, then you were a man:
La. And to be more then what you were, you would
La. Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
La. Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
La. They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now
La. Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
La. How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
La. I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
La. Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,