Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
Macb. The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
Macb. Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Macb. Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Macb. Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
Macb. With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
Macb. Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme‑set Earth
Macb. Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare
Macb. Thy very stones prate of my where‑about,
Macb. And take the present horror from the time,
Macb. Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:
Macb. Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
Macb. A Bell rings.
Macb. I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
Macb. Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
Macb. That summons thee to Heauen, or to Hell.
Macb. Exit.
Macb. Scena Secunda.
Macb. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Macb. Enter Lady.