Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
Lady. Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,
Lady. Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
Lady. With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
Lady. Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it:
Macb. Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore Mallice
Macb. Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.
Macb. But let the frame of things dis‑ioynt,
Macb. Both the Worlds suffer,
Macb. Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
Macb. In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
Macb. That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Macb. Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Macb. Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
Macb. In restlesse extasie.
Macb. Duncane is in his Graue:
Macb. After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
Macb. Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,