Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer‑red thy feare
Macb. Thou Lilly‑liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch?
Macb. Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Macb. Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay‑face?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. The English Force, so please you.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart,
Macb. When I behold: Seyton, I say, this push
Macb. Will cheere me euer, or dis‑eate me now.
Macb. I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Macb. Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
Macb. And that which should accompany Old‑Age,
Macb. As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
Macb. I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,
Macb. Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth‑honor, breath
Macb. Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
Macb. Seyton?
Macb. Enter Seyton.
Sey. Sey.