Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. a Souldier, and affear'd? what need we feare? who knowes
La. it, when none can call our powre to accompt: yet who
La. would haue thought the olde man to haue had so much
La. blood in him.
Doct. Doct.
Doct. Do you marke that?
Lad. Lad.
Lad. The Thane of Fife, had a wife: where is she now?
Lad. What will these hands ne're be cleane? No more o'that
Lad. my Lord, no more o'that: you marre all with this star
Lad. ting.
Doct. Go too, go too:
Doct. You haue knowne what you should not.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. She ha's spoke what shee should not, I am sure
Gent. of that: Heauen knowes what she ha's knowne.
La. La.
La. Heere's the smell of the blood still: all the per
La. fumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.