Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. La.
La. That which hath made thē them drunk, hath made me bold:
La. What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
La. Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,
La. The fatall Bell‑man, which giues the stern'st good‑night.
La. He is about it, the Doores are open:
La. And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
La. With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,
La. That Death and Nature doe contend about them,
La. Whether they liue, or dye.
La. Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Who's there? what hoa?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd,
Lady. And 'tis not done: th'attempt, and not the deed,
Lady. Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
Lady. He could not misse 'em. Had he not resembled
Lady. My Father as he slept, I had don't.
Lady. My Husband?