Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
King. Enter Rosse and Angus.
King. Who comes here?
Mal. Mal.
Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse.
Lenox. Lenox.
Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes?
Lenox. So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. God saue the King.
King. King.
King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
Rosse. From Fiffe, great King,
Rosse. Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
Rosse. And fanne our people cold.
Rosse. Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
Rosse. Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,
Rosse. The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
Rosse. Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,