Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
Macb. Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
Macb. Hoboyes
1 1
1 Shew.
2 2
2 Shew.
3 3
3 Shew.
All. All.
All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
All. Come like shadowes, so depart.
All. A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse
All. in his hand.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
Macb. Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy haire
Macb. Thou other Gold‑bound‑brow, is like the first:
Macb. A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Macb. Why do you shew me this?⸺A fourth? Start eyes!