Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
Lady. The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. O gentle Lady,
Macd. 'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
Macd. The repetition in a Womans eare,
Macd. Would murther as it fell.
Macd. Enter Banquo.
Macd. O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Woe, alas:
Lady. What, in our House?
Ban. Ban.
Ban. Too cruell, any where.
Ban. Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,
Ban. And say, it is not so.
Ban. Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
Macb. I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,