Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person
Macb. At our great bidding.
La. La.
La. Did you send to him Sir?
Macb. Macb.
Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send:
Macb. There's not a one of them but in his house
Macb. I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow
Macb. (And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.
Macb. More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know
Macb. By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,
Macb. All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
Macb. Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,
Macb. Returning were as tedious as go ore:
Macb. Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,
Macb. Which must be acted, ere they may be scand.
La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.
Macb. Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self‑abuse