Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ban. Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
Macb. I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,
Macb. There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:
Macb. All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
Macb. The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
Macb. Is left this Vault, to brag of.
Macb. Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
Donal. Donal.
Donal. What is amisse?
Macb. You are, and doe not know't:
Macb. The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
Macb. Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Oh, by whom?
Lenox. Lenox.