Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
Macb. And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
Macb. If trembling I inhabit the, protest mee
Macb. The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,
Macb. Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
Macb. I am a man againe: pray you sit still.
La. La.
La. You haue displac'd the mirth,
La. Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Can such things be,
Macb. And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Macb. Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange
Macb. Euen to the disposition that I owe,
Macb. When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
Macb. And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
Macb. When mine is blanch'd with feare.
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. What sights, my Lord?