Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sey. Enter Macbeth, Seyton, & Souldiers, with
Sey. Drum and Colours.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
Macb. The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Macb. Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Macb. Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Macb. Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
Macb. We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
Macb. And beate them backward home. What is that noyse?
Macb. A Cry within of Women.
Sey. Sey.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord.
Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
Macb. The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
Macb. To heare a Night‑shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Macb. Would at a dismall Treatise rowze, and stirre
Macb. As life were in't. I haue supt full with horrors,
Macb. Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts