Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. When first they put the Name of King vpon me,
Macb. And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet‑like,
Macb. They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
Macb. Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,
Macb. And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
Macb. Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
Macb. No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
Macb. For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,
Macb. For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
Macb. Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
Macb. Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
Macb. Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
Macb. To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
Macb. Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
Macb. And champion me to th'vtterance.
Macb. Who's there?
Macb. Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
Macb. Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
Macb. Exit Seruant.
Macb. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?