Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lenox. No mans Life was to be trusted with them.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,
Macb. That I did kill them.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,
Macb. Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:
Macb. Th'expedition of my violent Loue
Macb. Out‑run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
Macb. His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,
Macb. And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,
Macb. For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
Macb. Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers
Macb. Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,
Macb. That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,
Macb. Courage, to make's loue knowne?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa.