Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lords. Lords.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Mac. Mac.
Mac. let the earth hide thee:
Mac. Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
Mac. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Mac. Which thou dost glare with.
La. La.
La. Thinke of this good Peeres
La. But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
La. spoyles the pleasure of the time.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Macb. Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,
Macb. The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan Tiger,
Macb. Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues
Macb. Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
Macb. And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
Macb. If trembling I inhabit the, protest mee
Macb. The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,