Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mur. Most Royall Sir
Mur. Fleans is scap'd.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:
Macb. I had else beene perfect;
Macb. Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
Macb. As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
Macb. But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
Macb. To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Mur.
Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
Mur. With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
Mur. The least a Death to Nature.
Macb. Thankes for that:
Macb. There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
Macb. Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
Macb. No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow
Macb. Wee'l heare our selues againe.
Macb. Exit Murderer.