Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Let euery man be master of his time,
Macb. Till seuen at Night, to make societie
Macb. The sweeter welcome:
Macb. We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
Macb. While then, God be with you.
Macb. Exeunt Lords.
Macb. Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Macb. Our pleasure?
Seruant. Seruant.
Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
Seruant. Gate.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Bring them before vs.
Macb. Exit Seruant.
Macb. To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus:
Macb. Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
Macb. And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
Macb. Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
Macb. And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,
Macb. He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,