Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lords. Lords.
Lords. What, my good Lord?
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake
Macb. Thy goary lockes at me.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,
Lady. And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
Lady. The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
Lady. He will againe be well. If much you note him
Lady. You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,
Lady. Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Macb. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that
Macb. Which might appall the Diuell.
La. La.
La. O proper stuffe:
La. This is the very painting of your feare: