Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
Macb. I am a man againe: pray you sit still.
La. La.
La. You haue displac'd the mirth,
La. Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Can such things be,
Macb. And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Macb. Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange
Macb. Euen to the disposition that I owe,
Macb. When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
Macb. And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
Macb. When mine is blanch'd with feare.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. What sights, my Lord?
La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse
La. Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.
La. Stand not vpon the order of your going,
La. But go at once.