Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Macb. Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
Macb. The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Macb. Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Macb. Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. What doe you meane?
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
Macb. Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
Macb. Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more.
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
Lady. You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
Lady. So braine‑sickly of things: Goe get some Water,
Lady. And
Lady. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Lady. And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
Lady. Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
Lady. They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare