Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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2. Murth We shall, my Lord,
2. Murth Performe what you command vs.
1. Murth. 1. Murth.
1. Murth. Though our Liues‑‑
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.
Macb. Within this houre, at most,
Macb. I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
Macb. Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th'time,
Macb. The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
Macb. And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
Macb. That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
Macb. To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
Macb. Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
Macb. Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,
Macb. Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
Macb. Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
Macb. Ile come to you anon.
Murth. Murth.
Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord.