Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Macb.
Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
Macb. In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Macb. Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
Macb. With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
Macb. When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
Macb. Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
Macb. Adieu, till you returne at Night.
Macb. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. Ban.
Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
Macb. And so I doe commend you to their backs.
Macb. Farwell.
Macb. Exit Banquo.
Macb. Let euery man be master of his time,
Macb. Till seuen at Night, to make societie
Macb. The sweeter welcome:
Macb. We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone: