Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Macb.
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
Macb. This is the Doore.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted
Macd. seruice.
Macd. Exit Macduffe.
Lenox. Lenox.
Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
Macb. He does: he did appoint so.
Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
Lenox. Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
Lenox. And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre;
Lenox. Strange Schreemes of Death,
Lenox. And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Lenox. Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
Lenox. New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
Lenox. The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue‑long Night.