Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosse. Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
Rosse. His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
Rosse. Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
Rosse. In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe‑same day,
Rosse. He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
Rosse. Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
Rosse. Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
Rosse. Can post with post, and euery one did beare
Rosse. Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
Rosse. And powr'd them downe before him.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Wee are sent,
Ang. To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,
Ang. Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
Ang. Not pay thee.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor,
Rosse. He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
Rosse. In
Rosse. The Tragedie of Macbeth.