Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
Macb. Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
Macb. Exit Seruant.
Macb. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Murth. Murth.
Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Well then,
Macb. Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Macb. Know,
Macb. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Macb. Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Macb. Which held you so vnder fortune,
Macb. Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.
Macb. This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Macb. Past in probation with you:
Macb. How you were borne in hand, how crost:
Macb. The Instruments: who wrought with them:
Macb. And all things else, that might
Macb. To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,