Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. King. Where's
Lady. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
King. King.
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
King. We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
King. To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
King. And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
King. To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse
King. We are your guest to night.
La. La.
La. Your Seruants euer,
La. Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
La. To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
La. Still to returne your owne.
King. Giue me your hand:
King. Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
King. And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
King. By your leaue Hostesse.
King. Exeunt