Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosse. Turn'd wilde in nature, broke their stalls, flong out,
Rosse. Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
Rosse. Make Warre with Mankinde.
Old man. Old man.
Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. They did so:
Rosse. To
Rosse. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Rosse. To th'amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Rosse. Enter Macduffe.
Rosse. Heere comes the good Macduffe.
Rosse. How goes the world Sir, now?
Macd. Macd.
Macd. Why see you not?
Ross. Ross.
Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine.