Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. I drinke to th'generall ioy o'th'whole Table,
Macb. And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Macb. Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
Macb. And all to all.
Lords. Lords.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Mac. Mac.
Mac. let the earth hide thee:
Mac. Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
Mac. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Mac. Which thou dost glare with.
La. La.
La. Thinke of this good Peeres
La. But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
La. spoyles the pleasure of the time.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Macb. Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,
Macb. The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan Tiger,
Macb. Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues