Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Lenox. Some say, the Earth was feuorous,
Lenox. And did shake.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night.
Lenox. Lenox.
Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
Lenox. A fellow to it.
Lenox. Enter Macduff.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
Macd. Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
Macb. and Lenox. Macb. and Lenox.
Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master‑peece:
Macd. Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
Macd. The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
Macd. The Life o'th'Building.
Macb. What is't you say, the Life?