Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
Macb. Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
Macb. And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
Macb. Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
Macb. Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
Macb. My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
Macb. Shakes so my single state of Man,
Macb. That Function is smother'd in surmise,
Macb. And nothing is, but what is not.
Banq. Banq.
Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. If Chance will haue me King,
Macb. Why Chance may Crowne me,
Macb. Without my stirre.
Banq. New Honors come vpon him
Banq. Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,
Banq. But with the aid of vse.