Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
Macb. No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow
Macb. Wee'l heare our selues againe.
Macb. Exit Murderer.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. My Royall Lord,
Lady. You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold
Lady. That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:
Lady. 'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:
Lady. From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
Lady. Meeting were bare without it.
Lady. Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:
Macb. Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
Macb. And health on both.
Lenox. Lenox.
Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit.
Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,