1:01;131:1['  ]| Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
1:01;131:1[V  ]| When shall we$6@2$ three meet againe?
1:01;131:1[V  ]| In$4$ Thunder, Lightning, or in$4$ Raine?
1:01;131:1[V  ]| When the Hurley-burley is done,
1:01;131:1[V  ]| When the Battaile is lost, and wonne.
1:01;131:1[V  ]| That$6@2$ will$1$ be ere the set of Sunne.
1:01;131:1[V  ]| Where the place?
1:01;131:1[V  ]| Upon$4$ the Heath.
1:01;131:1[V  ]| There to$9$ meet with Macbeth.
1:01;131:1[V  ]| I come, Gray-Malkin.
1:01;131:1[X  ]| Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,
1:01;131:1[X  ]| Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.  
1:01;131:1['  ]| Exeunt.
1:02;131:1['  ]| Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine,
1:02;131:1['  ]| #Lenox, with attendants, meeting
1:02;131:1['  ]| a bleeding Captaine.
1:02;131:1[A  ]| What bloody man is that$6@2$? he can report,
1:02;131:1[A  ]| As seemeth by$4$ his plight, of the Reuolt
1:02;131:1[A  ]| The newest state.
1:02;131:1[B  ]| This is the Serieant,
1:02;131:1[B  ]| Who$6@1$ like$4$ a good and hardie Souldier fought
1:02;131:1[B  ]| 'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
1:02;131:1[B  ]| Say to$4$ the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
1:02;131:1[B  ]| As thou didst leaue it$6@2$.
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Doubtfull it$6=1$ stood,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| As two spent Swimmers, that$6@1$ do cling together,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| And choake their #Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
1:02;131:1[W  ]| (Worthie to$9$ be a Rebell, for$3$ to$4$ that$6@2$
1:02;131:1[W  ]| The multiplying Villanies of Nature
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Do swarme upon$4$ him) from the Westerne Isles
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| And Fortune on$4$ his damned Quarry smiling,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Shew'd like$4$ a Rebells Whore: but all is too weake:
1:02;131:1[W  ]| For$3$ braue Macbeth (well he deserues that$6@2$ Name)
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Which$6@1$ smoak'd with bloody execution
1:02;131:1[W  ]| (Like$4$ Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Till he fac'd the Slaue:
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Which$6@1$ neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to$4$ him,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue to$4$ the Chops,
1:02;131:1[W  ]| And fix'd his Head upon$4$ our$6@2$ Battlements.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman.
1:02;131:2[W  ]| As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
1:02;131:2[W  ]| So$5@2$ from that$6@2$ Spring, whence comfort seem'd to$9$ come,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| No$2$ sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Compell'd these skipping Kernes to$9$ trust their heeles,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Began a fresh assault.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| Dismay'd not this our$6@2$ Captaines, Macbeth and
1:02;131:2[A  ]| Banquoh?
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Or the Hare, the Lyon:
1:02;131:2[W  ]| If I say sooth, I must report they were
1:02;131:2[W  ]| As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| So$5@2$ they doubly redoubled stroakes upon$4$ the Foe:
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Except they meant to$9$ bathe in$4$ reeking Wounds,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| Or memorize another Golgotha,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| I cannot tell: but I am faint,
1:02;131:2[W  ]| My Gashes cry for$4$ helpe.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| So$5@1$ well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,
1:02;131:2[A  ]| They smack of Honor both: Go get him Surgeons.
1:02;131:2['  ]| Enter Rosse and Angus.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| Who$6@2$ comes here?
1:02;131:2[B  ]| The worthy Thane of Rosse.
1:02;131:2[G  ]| What a haste lookes through his eyes?
1:02;131:2[G  ]| So$5@2$ should he looke, that$6@1$ seemes to$9$ speake things strange.   
1:02;131:2[H  ]| God saue the King.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
1:02;131:2[H  ]| From Fiffe, great King,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| And fanne our$6@2$ people cold.
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Assisted by$4$ that$6@2$ most disloyall Traytor,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Till that$3$ Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in$4$ proofe,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Curbing his lauish spirit: and to$9$ conclude,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| The Victorie fell on$4$ us$6@2$.
1:02;131:2[A  ]| Great happinesse.
1:02;131:2[H  ]| That$3$ now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Craues composition:
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Nor would we$6@2$ deigne him  buriall of his men,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
1:02;131:2[H  ]| Ten thousand Dollars, to$4$ our$6@2$ generall vse.
1:02;132:1[A  ]| No$2$ more that$6@2$ Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
1:02;132:1[A  ]| Our$6@1$ Bosome interest: Go pronounce his present death,
1:02;132:1[A  ]| And with his former Title greet Macbeth.
1:02;132:1[H  ]| I will$1$ see it$6=2$ done.
1:02;132:1[A  ]| What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
1:02;132:1['  ]| Exeunt.
1:03;132:1['  ]| Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Where hast thou beene, Sister?
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Killing Swine.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Sister, where thou?
1:03;132:1[V  ]| A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in$4$ her$2$ Lappe,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Give me, quoth I.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Her$2$ Husband is to$4$ Aleppo gone, Master of the Tiger:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| But in$4$ a Syue I will$1$ thither sayle,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| And like$4$ a Rat without a tayle,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| I will$1$ do, and I will$1$ do.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| I will$1$ give thee a Winde.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Thou art kinde.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| And I another.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| I my*selfe have all the other,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| And the very Ports they blow,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| All the Quarters that$6@1$ they know,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| In$4$ the Ship-mans Card.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| I will$1$ dreyne him drie as Hay:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Hang upon$4$ his Pent-house Lid:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| He shall liue a man forbid:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Though his Barke cannot be lost,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Yet it$6@1$ shall be Tempest-tost.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Looke what I have.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Shew me, shew me.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Here I have a Pilots Thumbe,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Wrackt, as homeward he did come.  
1:03;132:1['  ]| Drum within.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| A Drumme, a Drumme:
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Macbeth doth come.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| The weyward Sisters, hand in$4$ hand,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Posters of the Sea and Land,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Thus do go, about, about,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Thrice to$4$ thine, and thrice to$4$ mine,
1:03;132:1[V  ]| And thrice againe, to$9$ make up$5$ nine.
1:03;132:1[V  ]| Peace, the Charme is wound up$5$.
1:03;132:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
1:03;132:1[D  ]| So$5@1$ foule and faire a day I have not seene.
1:03;132:1[E  ]| How farre is it$6@2$ call'd to$4$ Soris? What are these,
1:03;132:1[E  ]| So$5@1$ wither'd, and so$5@1$ wilde in$4$ their attyre,
1:03;132:1[E  ]| That$6@1$ looke not like$4$ the Inhabitants of the Earth,
1:03;132:1[E  ]| And yet are on$4$ it$6@2$? Liue you, or are you aught
1:03;132:1[E  ]| That$6@1$ man may question? you seeme to$9$ vnderstand me,
1:03;132:1[E  ]| By$4$ each at once her$2$ choppie finger laying
1:03;132:1[E  ]| upon$4$ her$2$ skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
1:03;132:1[E  ]| And yet your Beards forbid me to$9$ interprete
1:03;132:1[E  ]| That$3$ you are so$5@2$.
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Speake if you can: what are you?
1:03;132:2[V  ]| All haile Macbeth, haile to$4$ thee Thane of Glamis.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| All haile Macbeth, haile to$4$ thee Thane of Cawdor.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| All haile Macbeth, that$6@1$ shalt be King hereafter.
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Good Sir, why do you start, and seeme to$9$ feare
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Things that$6@1$ do sound so$5@1$ faire? in$4$ the name of truth
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Are ye fantasticall, or that$6@2$ indeed
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Which$6@1$ outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner
1:03;132:2[E  ]| You greet with present Grace, and great prediction
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
1:03;132:2[E  ]| That$3$ he seemes wrapt withall: to$4$ me you speake not.
1:03;132:2[E  ]| If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
1:03;132:2[E  ]| And say, which$6@2$ Graine will$1$ grow, and which$6@2$ will$1$ not,
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Speake then to$4$ me, who$6@1$ neyther begge, nor feare
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Your fauors, nor your hate.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Hayle.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Hayle.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Hayle.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Not so$5@1$ happy, yet much happyer.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:
1:03;132:2[V  ]| So$5@2$ all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.
1:03;132:2[V  ]| Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile.
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more:
1:03;132:2[D  ]| By$4$ Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
1:03;132:2[D  ]| But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues
1:03;132:2[D  ]| A prosperous Gentleman: And to$9$ be King,
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,
1:03;132:2[D  ]| No$2$ more then to$9$ be Cawdor. Say from whence
1:03;132:2[D  ]| You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
1:03;132:2[D  ]| upon$4$ this blasted Heath you stop our$6@2$ way
1:03;132:2[D  ]| With such Prophetique greeting?
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Speake, I charge you.  
1:03;132:2['  ]| Witches vanish.
1:03;132:2[E  ]| The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water has,
1:03;132:2[E  ]| And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Melted, as breath into the Winde.
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Would they had stay'd.
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Were such things here, as we$6@2$ do speake about?
1:03;132:2[E  ]| Or have we$6@2$ eaten on$4$ the insane Root,
1:03;132:2[E  ]| That$6@1$ takes the Reason Prisoner?
1:03;132:2[D  ]| Your Children shall be Kings.
1:03;132:2[E  ]| You shall be King.
1:03;132:2[D  ]| And Thane of Cawdor too: went it$6@1$ not so$5@2$?
1:03;132:2[E  ]| To$4$ the selfe-same tune and words: who$6@2$ is here?
1:03;132:2['  ]| Enter Rosse and Angus.
1:03;132:2[H  ]| The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Thy personall Venture in$4$ the Rebels sight,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| His Wonders and his Prayses do contend,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Which$6@2$ should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that$6@2$,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| In$4$ viewing o're the rest of the selfe-same day,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| He findes thee in$4$ the stout Norweyan Rankes,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Nothing afeard of what thy*selfe didst make
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Can post with post, and euery one did beare
1:03;132:2[H  ]| Thy prayses in$4$ his Kingdomes great defence,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| And powr'd them downe before him.
1:03;132:2[W  ]| We$6@2$ are sent,
1:03;132:2[W  ]| To$9$ give thee from our$6@2$ Royall Master thanks,
1:03;132:2[W  ]| Onely to$9$ harrold thee into his sight,
1:03;132:2[W  ]| Not pay thee.
1:03;132:2[H  ]| And for$4$ an earnest of a greater Honor,
1:03;132:2[H  ]| He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
1:03;133:1[H  ]| In$4$ which$6@1$ addition, haile most worthy Thane,
1:03;133:1[H  ]| For$3$ it$6@1$ is thine.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| What, can the Deuill speake true?
1:03;133:1[D  ]| The Thane of Cawdor liues:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Why do you dresse me in$4$ borrowed Robes?
1:03;133:1[W  ]| Who$6@1$ was the Thane, liues yet,
1:03;133:1[W  ]| But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that$6@2$ Life,
1:03;133:1[W  ]| Which$6@1$ he deserues to$9$ loose.
1:03;133:1[W  ]| Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
1:03;133:1[W  ]| Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
1:03;133:1[W  ]| And vantage; or that$3$ with both he labour'd
1:03;133:1[W  ]| In$4$ his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
1:03;133:1[W  ]| But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
1:03;133:1[W  ]| Have ouerthrowne him.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| The greatest is behinde. Thankes for$4$ your paines.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Do you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| When those that$6@1$ gaue the Thane of Cawdor to$4$ me,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Promis'd no$2$ lesse to$4$ them.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| That$6@2$ trusted home,
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But it$6@1$ is strange:
1:03;133:1[E  ]| And oftentimes, to$9$ winne us$6@2$ to$4$ our$6@2$ harme,
1:03;133:1[E  ]| The Instruments of Darknesse tell us$6@2$ Truths,
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Winne us$6@2$ with honest Trifles, to$9$ betray us$6@2$
1:03;133:1[E  ]| In$4$ deepest consequence.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Cousins, a word, I pray you.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Two Truths are told,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| As happy Prologues to$4$ the swelling Act
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| This supernaturall solliciting
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| If ill? why hath it$6@1$ giuen me earnest of successe,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Commencing in$4$ a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| If good? why do I yeeld to$4$ that$6@2$ suggestion,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Shakes so$5@1$ my single state of Man,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| That$3$ Function is smother'd in$4$ surmise,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| And nothing is, but what is not.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Looke how our$6@2$ Partner is rapt.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| If Chance will$1$ have me King,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Why Chance may Crowne me,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Without my stirre.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| New Honors come upon$4$ him
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Like$4$ our$6@2$ strange Garments, cleaue not to$4$ their mould,
1:03;133:1[E  ]| But with the aid of vse.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Come what come may,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Worthy Macbeth, we$6@2$ stay upon$4$ your leysure.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Give me your fauour:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Where euery day I turne the Leafe,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| To$9$ reade them.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Let us$6@2$ toward the King: think upon$4$
1:03;133:1[D  ]| What hath chanc'd: and at more time,
1:03;133:1[D  ]| The Interim hauing weigh'd it$6@2$, let us$6@2$ speake
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Our$6@2$ free Hearts each to$4$ other.
1:03;133:1[E  ]| Very gladly.
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Till then enough:
1:03;133:1[D  ]| Come friends.  
1:03;133:1['  ]| Exeunt.
1:04;133:2['  ]| Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme,
1:04;133:2['  ]| Donalbaine, and Attendants.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Is execution done on$4$ Cawdor?
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Or not those in$4$ Commission yet return'd?
1:04;133:2[B  ]| My Liege, they are not yet come back.
1:04;133:2[B  ]| But I have spoke with one that$6@1$ saw him die:
1:04;133:2[B  ]| Who$6@1$ did report, that$3$ very frankly he
1:04;133:2[B  ]| Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,
1:04;133:2[B  ]| And set forth a deepe Repentance:
1:04;133:2[B  ]| Nothing in$4$ his Life became him,
1:04;133:2[B  ]| Like$4$ the leauing it$6@2$. He dy'de,
1:04;133:2[B  ]| As one that$6@1$ had beene studied in$4$ his death,
1:04;133:2[B  ]| To$9$ throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
1:04;133:2[B  ]| As it$6@1$ were a carelesse Trifle.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| There is no$2$ #Art,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| To$9$ finde the Mindes construction in$4$ the Face.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| He was a Gentleman, on$4$ whom I built
1:04;133:2[A  ]| An absolute Trust.
1:04;133:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| O worthyest Cousin,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Was heauie on$4$ me. Thou art so$5@1$ farre before,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| That$3$ swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| To$9$ ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| That$3$ the proportion both of thanks, and payment,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Might have beene mine: onely I have left to$9$ say,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| More is thy due, then more then all can pay.
1:04;133:2[D  ]| The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,
1:04;133:2[D  ]| In$4$ doing it$6@2$, payes it*selfe.
1:04;133:2[D  ]| Your Highnesse part, is to$9$ receiue our$6@2$ Duties:
1:04;133:2[D  ]| And our$6@2$ Duties are to$4$ your Throne, and State,
1:04;133:2[D  ]| Children, and Seruants; which$6@1$ do but what they should,
1:04;133:2[D  ]| By$4$ doing euery*thing safe toward your Loue
1:04;133:2[D  ]| And Honor.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Welcome hither:
1:04;133:2[A  ]| I have begun to$9$ plant thee, and will$1$ labour
1:04;133:2[A  ]| To$9$ make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| That$6@1$ hast no$2$ lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne
1:04;133:2[A  ]| No$2$ lesse to$9$ have done so$5@2$: Let me enfold thee,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| And hold thee to$4$ my Heart.
1:04;133:2[E  ]| There if I grow,
1:04;133:2[E  ]| The Haruest is your owne.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| My plenteous Ioyes,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Wanton in$4$ fulnesse, seeke to$9$ hide themselues
1:04;133:2[A  ]| In$4$ drops of sorrow. Sons, Kinsmen, Thanes,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| And you whose places are the nearest, know,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| We$6@1$ will$1$ establish our$6@1$ Estate upon$4$
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Our$6@1$ eldest, Malcolme, whom we$6@1$ name hereafter,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| The Prince of Cumberland: which$6@1$ Honor must
1:04;133:2[A  ]| Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| But signes of Noblenesse, like$4$ Starres, shall shine
1:04;133:2[A  ]| On$4$ all deseruers. From hence to$4$ Envernes,
1:04;133:2[A  ]| And binde us$6@1$ further to$4$ you.
1:04;133:2[D  ]| The Rest is Labor, which$6@1$ is not vs'd for$4$ you:
1:04;133:2[D  ]| I will$1$ be my*selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull
1:04;133:2[D  ]| The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:
1:04;133:2[D  ]| So$5@2$ humbly take my leaue.
1:04;133:2[A  ]| My worthy Cawdor.
1:04;133:2[D  ]| The Prince of Cumberland: that$6@2$ is a step,
1:04;133:2[D  ]| On$4$ which$6@1$ I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,
1:04;134:1[D  ]| For$3$ in$4$ my way it$6@1$ lyes. Starres hide your fires,
1:04;134:1[D  ]| Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:
1:04;134:1[D  ]| The Eye winke at the Hand: yet let that$6@2$ be,
1:04;134:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ the Eye feares, when it$6@1$ is done to$9$ see.  
1:04;134:1['  ]| Exit.
1:04;134:1[A  ]| True worthy Banquo: he is full so$5@1$ valiant,
1:04;134:1[A  ]| And in$4$ his commendations, I am fed:
1:04;134:1[A  ]| It$6@1$ is a Banquet to$4$ me. Let us$6@2$ after him,
1:04;134:1[A  ]| Whose care is gone before, to$9$ bid us$6@1$ welcome:
1:04;134:1[A  ]| It$6@1$ is a peerelesse Kinsman.  
1:04;134:1['  ]| Flourish.  Exeunt.
1:05;134:1['  ]| Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.
1:05;134:1[D  ]| They met me in$4$ the day of successe: and I have
1:05;134:1[D  ]| learn'd by$4$ the perfect'st report, they have more in$4$ them, then
1:05;134:1[D  ]| mortall knowledge. When I burnt in$4$ desire to$9$ question them
1:05;134:1[D  ]| further, they made themselues Ayre, into which$6@1$ they vanish'd.
1:05;134:1[D  ]| Whiles I stood rapt in$4$ the wonder of it$6@2$, came Missiues from
1:05;134:1[D  ]| the King, who$6@1$ all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by$4$ which$6@1$ Title
1:05;134:1[D  ]| before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to$4$
1:05;134:1[D  ]| the comming on$5$ of time, with haile King that$6@1$ shalt be. This
1:05;134:1[D  ]| have I thought good to$9$ deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
1:05;134:1[D  ]| Greatnesse) that$3$ thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
1:05;134:1[D  ]| by$4$ being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
1:05;134:1[D  ]| it$6@2$ to$4$ thy heart and farewell.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
1:05;134:1[M  ]| What thou art promis'd: yet do I feare thy Nature,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| It$6@1$ is too full of the Milke of humane kindnesse,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| To$9$ catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Art not without Ambition, but without
1:05;134:1[M  ]| The illnesse should attend it$6@2$. What thou would'st highly,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| That$6@1$ would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| And yet would'st wrongly winne.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Thou ld'st have, great Glamys, that$6@2$ which$6@1$ cryes,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Thus thou must do, if thou have it$6@2$;
1:05;134:1[M  ]| And that$6@2$ which$6@1$ rather thou dost feare to$9$ do,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| That$3$ I may powre my Spirits in$4$ thine Eare,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
1:05;134:1[M  ]| All that$6@1$ impeides thee from the Golden Round,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Which$6@1$ Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
1:05;134:1[M  ]| To$9$ have thee crown'd withall.  
1:05;134:1['  ]| Enter Messenger.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| What is your tidings?
1:05;134:1[W  ]| The King comes here to*Night.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Thou 'rt mad to$9$ say it$6@2$.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Is not thy Master with him? who$6@1$, were it$6@1$ so$5@2$,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Would have inform'd for$4$ preparation.
1:05;134:1[W  ]| So$3$ please you, it$6@1$ is true: our$6@2$ Thane is comming:
1:05;134:1[W  ]| One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
1:05;134:1[W  ]| Who$6@1$ almost dead for$4$ breath, had scarcely more
1:05;134:1[W  ]| Then would make up$5$ his Message.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Give him tending,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| He brings great newes,  
1:05;134:1['  ]| Exit Messenger.
1:05;134:1[M  ]| The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| That$6@1$ croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| That$6@1$ tend on$4$ mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| And fill me from the Crowne to$4$ the Toe, top-full
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| Stop up$5$ the accesse, and passage to$4$ Remorse,
1:05;134:1[M  ]| That$3$ no$2$ compunctious visitings of Nature
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
1:05;134:2[M  ]| The effect, and hit. Come to$4$ my Womans Brests,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| And take my Milke for$4$ Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Where-euer, in$4$ your sightlesse substances,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| You wait on$4$ Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| And pall thee in$4$ the dunnest smoake of #Hell,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| That$3$ my keene Knife see not the Wound it$6@1$ makes,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| To$9$ cry, hold, hold.  
1:05;134:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Greater then both, by$4$ the all-haile hereafter,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Thy Letters have transported me beyond
1:05;134:2[M  ]| This ignorant present, and I feele now
1:05;134:2[M  ]| The future in$4$ the instant.
1:05;134:2[D  ]| My dearest Loue,
1:05;134:2[D  ]| Duncan comes here to*Night.
1:05;134:2[M  ]| And when goes hence?
1:05;134:2[D  ]| To*morrow, as he purposes.
1:05;134:2[M  ]| O neuer,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Shall Sunne that$6@2$ Morrow see.
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men
1:05;134:2[M  ]| May reade strange matters, to$9$ beguile the time.
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Looke like$4$ the time, beare welcome in$4$ your Eye,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like$4$ the innocent flower,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| But be the Serpent vnder it$6@2$. He that$6@1$ is comming,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Must be prouided for$5$: and you shall put
1:05;134:2[M  ]| This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Which$6@1$ shall to$4$ all our$6@2$ Nights, and Dayes to$9$ come,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Give solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.
1:05;134:2[D  ]| We$6@2$ will$1$ speake further,
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Onely looke up$5$ cleare:
1:05;134:2[M  ]| To$9$ alter fauor, euer is to$9$ feare:
1:05;134:2[M  ]| Leaue all the rest to$4$ me.  
1:05;134:2['  ]| Exeunt.
1:06;134:2['  ]| Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
1:06;134:2['  ]| Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
1:06;134:2['  ]| Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
1:06;134:2[A  ]| This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
1:06;134:2[A  ]| The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it*selfe
1:06;134:2[A  ]| Vnto our$6@1$ gentle sences.
1:06;134:2[E  ]| This Guest of Summer,
1:06;134:2[E  ]| The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
1:06;134:2[E  ]| By$4$ his loued Mansonry, that$3$ the Heauens breath
1:06;134:2[E  ]| Smells wooingly here: no$2$ Iutty frieze,
1:06;134:2[E  ]| Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
1:06;134:2[E  ]| Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
1:06;134:2[E  ]| Where they must breed, and haunt: I have obseru'd
1:06;134:2[E  ]| The ayre is delicate.  
1:06;134:2['  ]| Enter Lady.
1:06;134:2[A  ]| See, see our$6@1$ honor'd Hostesse:
1:06;134:2[A  ]| The Loue that$6@1$ followes us$6@1$, sometime is our$6@1$ trouble,
1:06;134:2[A  ]| Which$6@1$ still we$6@1$ thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
1:06;134:2[A  ]| How you shall bid God-eyld us$6@1$ for$4$ your paines,
1:06;134:2[A  ]| And thanke us$6@1$ for$4$ your trouble.
1:06;134:2[M  ]| All our$6@2$ seruice,
1:06;134:2[M  ]| In$4$ euery point twice done, and then done double,
1:06;134:2[M  ]| Were poore, and single Businesse, to$9$ contend
1:06;134:2[M  ]| Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
1:06;134:2[M  ]| Wherewith your Maiestie loades our$6@2$ House:
1:06;134:2[M  ]| For$4$ those of old, and the late Dignities,
1:06;134:2[M  ]| Heap'd up$5$ to$4$ them, we$6@2$ rest your Ermites.
1:06;135:1[A  ]| Where is the Thane of Cawdor?
1:06;135:1[A  ]| We$6@1$ courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
1:06;135:1[A  ]| To$9$ be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
1:06;135:1[A  ]| And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
1:06;135:1[A  ]| To$4$ his home before us$6@1$: Faire and Noble Hostesse
1:06;135:1[A  ]| We$6@1$ are your guest to*night.
1:06;135:1[M  ]| Your Seruants euer,
1:06;135:1[M  ]| Have theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in$4$ compt,
1:06;135:1[M  ]| To$9$ make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
1:06;135:1[M  ]| Still to$9$ returne your owne.
1:06;135:1[A  ]| Give me your hand:
1:06;135:1[A  ]| Conduct me to$4$ mine Host we$6@1$ loue him highly,
1:06;135:1[A  ]| And shall continue, our$6@1$ Graces towards him.
1:06;135:1[A  ]| By$4$ your leaue Hostesse.  
1:06;135:1['  ]| Exeunt
1:07;135:1['  ]| Ho-boyes. Torches.
1:07;135:1['  ]| Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes and Seruice
1:07;135:1['  ]| ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth.
1:07;135:1[D  ]| If it$6@1$ were done, when it$6@1$ is done, then it$6@1$ were well,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| It$6@1$ were done quickly: If the Assassination
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Could trammell up$5$ the Consequence, and catch
1:07;135:1[D  ]| With his surcease, Successe: that$3$ but this blow
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Might be the be all, and the end all. Here,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| But here, upon$4$ this Banke and Schoole of time,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| We$6@2$ would iumpe the life to$9$ come. But in$4$ these Cases,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| We$6@2$ still have iudgement here, that$3$ we$6@2$ but teach
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Bloody Instructions, which$6@1$ being taught, returne
1:07;135:1[D  ]| To$9$ plague the Inuenter, this euen-handed Iustice
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Commends the Ingredience of our$6@2$ poyson'd Challice
1:07;135:1[D  ]| To$4$ our$6@2$ owne lips. He is here in$4$ double trust;
1:07;135:1[D  ]| First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Who$6@1$ should against his Murtherer shut the doore,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Not beare the knife my*selfe. Besides, this Duncane
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Hath borne his Faculties so$5@1$ meeke; hath bin
1:07;135:1[D  ]| So$5@1$ cleere in$4$ his great Office, that$3$ his Vertues
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Will$1$ pleade like$4$ Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
1:07;135:1[D  ]| The deepe damnation of his taking off:
1:07;135:1[D  ]| And Pitty, like$4$ a naked New-borne-Babe,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
1:07;135:1[D  ]| upon$4$ the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Shall blow the horrid deed in$4$ euery eye,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| That$3$ teares shall drowne the winde. I have no$2$ Spurre
1:07;135:1[D  ]| To$9$ pricke the sides of my intent, but onely
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Vaulting Ambition, which$6@1$ ore-leapes it*selfe,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| And falles on$4$ the other.  
1:07;135:1['  ]| Enter Lady.
1:07;135:1[D  ]| How now? What Newes?
1:07;135:1[M  ]| He has almost supt: why have you left the chamber?
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Hath he ask'd for$4$ me?
1:07;135:1[M  ]| Know you not, he has?
1:07;135:1[D  ]| We$6@2$ will$1$ proceed no$2$ further in$4$ this Businesse:
1:07;135:1[D  ]| He hath Honour'd me of late, and I have bought
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ would be worne now in$4$ their newest glosse,
1:07;135:1[D  ]| Not cast aside so$5@1$ soone.
1:07;135:1[M  ]| Was the hope drunke,
1:07;135:1[M  ]| Wherein you drest your*selfe? Hath it$6@1$ slept since?
1:07;135:1[M  ]| And wakes it$6@1$ now to$9$ looke so$5@1$ greene, and pale,
1:07;135:1[M  ]| At what it$6@1$ did so$5@1$ freely? From this time,
1:07;135:1[M  ]| Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
1:07;135:1[M  ]| To$9$ be the same in$4$ thine owne Act, and Valour,
1:07;135:1[M  ]| As thou art in$4$ desire? Would'st thou have that$6@2$
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Which$6@1$ thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| And liue a Coward in$4$ thine owne Esteeme?
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Letting I dare not, wait upon$4$ I would,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Like$4$ the poore Cat in$4$ the Addage.
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Prythee peace:
1:07;135:2[D  ]| I dare do all that$6@1$ may become a man,
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Who$6@1$ dares do more, is none.
1:07;135:2[M  ]| What Beast was it$6@1$ then
1:07;135:2[M  ]| That$6@1$ made you breake this enterprize to$4$ me?
1:07;135:2[M  ]| When you durst do it$6@2$, then you were a man:
1:07;135:2[M  ]| And to$9$ be more then what you were, you would
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Be so$5@1$ much more the man. Nor time, nor place
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
1:07;135:2[M  ]| They have made themselues, and that$6@2$ their fitnesse now
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Does vnmake you. I have giuen Sucke, and know
1:07;135:2[M  ]| How tender it$6@1$ is to$9$ loue the Babe that$6@1$ milkes me,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| I would, while it$6@1$ was smyling in$4$ my Face,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Have pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| And dasht the Braines out, had I so$5@1$ sworne
1:07;135:2[M  ]| As you have done to$4$ this.
1:07;135:2[D  ]| If we$6@2$ should faile?
1:07;135:2[M  ]| We$6@2$ faile?
1:07;135:2[M  ]| But screw your courage to$4$ the sticking place,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| And we$6@2$ will$1$ not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| (Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Will$1$ I with Wine, and Wassell, so$5@1$ conuince,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| That$3$ Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
1:07;135:2[M  ]| A Lymbeck onely: when in$4$ Swinish sleepe,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Their drenched Natures lyes as in$4$ a Death,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| What cannot you and I performe upon$4$
1:07;135:2[M  ]| The vnguarded Duncan? What not put upon$4$
1:07;135:2[M  ]| His spungie Officers? who$6@1$ shall beare the guilt
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Of our$6@2$ great quell.
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Bring forth Men-Children onely:
1:07;135:2[D  ]| For$3$ thy vndaunted Mettle should compose
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Nothing but Males. Will$1$ it$6@1$ not be receiu'd,
1:07;135:2[D  ]| When we$6@2$ have mark'd with blood those sleepie two
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
1:07;135:2[D  ]| That$3$ they have done it$6@2$?
1:07;135:2[M  ]| Who$6@2$ dares receiue it$6@2$ other,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| As we$6@2$ shall make our$6@2$ Griefes and Clamor rore,
1:07;135:2[M  ]| upon$4$ his Death?
1:07;135:2[D  ]| I am settled, and bend up$5$
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Each corporall Agent to$4$ this terrible Feat.
1:07;135:2[D  ]| Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
1:07;135:2[D  ]| False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.
1:07;135:2['  ]| Exeunt.
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2:01;135:2['  ]| Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch
2:01;135:2['  ]| before him.
2:01;135:2[E  ]| How goes the Night, Boy?
2:01;135:2[I  ]| The Moone is downe: I have not heard the
2:01;135:2[I  ]| Clock.
2:01;135:2[E  ]| And she goes downe at Twelue.
2:01;135:2[I  ]| I take it$6@2$, it$6@1$ is later, Sir.
2:01;135:2[E  ]| Hold, take my Sword:
2:01;135:2[E  ]| There is Husbandry in$4$ Heauen,
2:01;135:2[E  ]| Their Candles are all out: take thee that$6@2$ too.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| A heauie Summons lyes like$4$ Lead upon$4$ me,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| And yet I would not sleepe:
2:01;136:1[E  ]| Mercifull Powers, restraine in$4$ me the cursed thoughts
2:01;136:1[E  ]| That$6@1$ Nature giues way to$5$ in$4$ repose.
2:01;136:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Torch.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| Give me my Sword: who$6@2$ is there?
2:01;136:1[D  ]| A Friend.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| What Sir, not yet at rest? the King is a*bed.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| He hath beene in$4$ vnusuall Pleasure,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| And sent forth great Largesse to$4$ your Offices.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| By$4$ the name of most kind Hostesse,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| And shut up$5$ in$4$ measurelesse content.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Being vnprepar'd,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Our$6@2$ will$0$ became the seruant to$4$ defect,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ else should free have wrought.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| All is well.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:
2:01;136:1[E  ]| To$4$ you they have shew'd some truth.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| I think not of them:
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Yet when we$6@2$ can entreat an houre to$9$ serue,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| We$6@2$ would spend it$6@2$ in$4$ some words upon$4$ that$6@2$ Businesse,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| If you would graunt the time.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| At your kind'st leysure.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| If you shall cleaue to$4$ my consent,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| When it$6@1$ is, it$6@1$ shall make Honor for$4$ you.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| So$3$ I lose none,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| In$4$ seeking to$9$ augment it$6@2$, but still keepe
2:01;136:1[E  ]| My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,
2:01;136:1[E  ]| I shall be counsail'd.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Good repose the while.
2:01;136:1[E  ]| Thankes Sir: the like$2$ to$4$ you.  
2:01;136:1['  ]| Exit Banquo.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Go bid thy Mistresse, when my drinke is ready,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| She strike upon$4$ the Bell. Get thee to$4$ bed.  
2:01;136:1['  ]| Exit.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Is this a Dagger, which$6@1$ I see before me,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
2:01;136:1[D  ]| I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Art thou not fatall Vision, sensible
2:01;136:1[D  ]| To$4$ feeling, as to$4$ sight? or art thou but
2:01;136:1[D  ]| A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
2:01;136:1[D  ]| I see thee yet, in$4$ forme as palpable,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| As this which$6@1$ now I draw.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Thou marshall'st me the way that$6@1$ I was going,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| And such an Instrument I was to$9$ vse.
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Mine Eyes are made the fooles of the other Sences,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
2:01;136:1[D  ]| And on$4$ thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ was not so$5@2$ before. There is no$2$ such thing:
2:01;136:1[D  ]| It$6@1$ is the bloody Businesse, which$6@1$ informes
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Thus to$4$ mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
2:01;136:1[D  ]| The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Alarum'd by$4$ his Centinell, the Wolfe,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Whose howle is his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Moues like$4$ a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Heare not my steps, which$6@2$ they may walke, for$4$ feare
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| And take the present horror from the time,
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ now sutes with it$6@2$. Whiles I threat, he liues:
2:01;136:1[D  ]| Words to$4$ the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
2:01;136:1['  ]| A Bell rings.
2:01;136:2[D  ]| I go, and it$6@1$ is done: the Bell inuites me.
2:01;136:2[D  ]| Heare it$6@2$ not, Duncan, for$3$ it$6@1$ is a Knell,
2:01;136:2[D  ]| That$6@1$ summons thee to$4$ Heauen, or to$4$ #Hell.  
2:01;136:2['  ]| Exit.
2:02;136:2['  ]| Enter Lady.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| That$6@2$ which$6@1$ hath made them drunk, hath made me bold:
2:02;136:2[M  ]| What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Hearke, peace: it$6@1$ was the Owle that$6@1$ shriek'd,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| The fatall Bell-man, which$6@1$ giues the stern'st good-night.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| He is about it$6@2$, the Doores are open:
2:02;136:2[M  ]| And the surfeted Groomes do mock their charge
2:02;136:2[M  ]| With Snores. I have drugg'd their Possets,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| That$3$ Death and Nature do contend about them,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Whether they liue, or dye.
2:02;136:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Who$6@2$ is there? what hoa?
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Alack, I am afraid they have awak'd,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| And it$6@1$ is not done: the attempt, and not the deed,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Confounds us$6@2$: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| He could not misse them. Had he not resembled
2:02;136:2[M  ]| My Father as he slept, I had done it$6@2$.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| My Husband?
2:02;136:2[D  ]| I have done the deed:
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Didst thou not heare a noyse?
2:02;136:2[M  ]| I heard the Owle schreame, and the Crickets cry.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Did not you speake?
2:02;136:2[D  ]| When?
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Now.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| As I descended?
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Aye.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Hearke, who$6@2$ lyes in$4$ the second Chamber?
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Donalbaine.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| This is a sorry sight.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| A foolish thought, to$9$ say a sorry sight.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| There is one did laugh in$4$ his sleepe,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| And one cry'd Murther, that$3$ they did wake each other:
2:02;136:2[D  ]| I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| And addrest them againe to$4$ sleepe.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| There are two lodg'd together.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| One cry'd God blesse us$6@2$, and Amen the other,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| When they did say God blesse us$6@2$.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Consider it$6@2$ not so$5@1$ deepely.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
2:02;136:2[D  ]| I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in$4$ my throat.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| These deeds must not be thought
2:02;136:2[M  ]| After these wayes: so$5@2$, it$6@1$ will$1$ make us$6@2$ mad.
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Me*thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no$2$ more:
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Sleepe that$6@1$ knits up$5$ the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Chiefe nourisher in$4$ Life's Feast.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| What do you meane?
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Still it$6@1$ cry'd, Sleepe no$2$ more to$4$ all the House:
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
2:02;136:2[D  ]| Shall sleepe no$2$ more: Macbeth shall sleepe no$2$ more.
2:02;136:2[M  ]| Who$6@2$ was it$6@1$, that$6@1$ thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
2:02;136:2[M  ]| You do vnbend your Noble strength, to$9$ think
2:02;136:2[M  ]| So$5@1$ braine-sickly of things: Go get some Water,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
2:02;137:1[M  ]| They must lye there: go carry them, and smeare
2:02;137:1[M  ]| The sleepie Groomes with blood.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| I will$1$ go no$2$ more:
2:02;137:1[D  ]| I am afraid, to$9$ think what I have done:
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Looke on$4$ it$6@2$ againe, I dare not.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Infirme of purpose:
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Give me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Are but as Pictures: it$6@1$ is the Eye of Child-hood,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| That$6@1$ feares a painted Deuill. If he do bleed,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| I will$1$ guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| For$3$ it$6@1$ must seeme their Guilt.  
2:02;137:1['  ]| Exit.
2:02;137:1['  ]| Knocke within.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Whence is that$6@2$ knocking?
2:02;137:1[D  ]| How is it$6@1$ with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
2:02;137:1[D  ]| What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Will$1$ all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Cleane from my Hand? no$7$: this my Hand will$1$ rather
2:02;137:1[D  ]| The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Making the Greene one, Red.
2:02;137:1['  ]| Enter Lady.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
2:02;137:1[M  ]| To$9$ weare a Heart so$5@1$ white.  
2:02;137:1['  ]| Knocke.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| I heare a knocking at the South entry:
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Retyre we$6@2$ to$4$ our$6@2$ Chamber:
2:02;137:1[M  ]| A little Water cleares us$6@2$ of this deed.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| How easie is it$6@1$ then? your Constancie
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Hath left you vnattended.  
2:02;137:1['  ]| Knocke.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Hearke, more knocking.
2:02;137:1[M  ]| Get on$5$ your Night-Gowne, least occasion call us$6@2$,
2:02;137:1[M  ]| And shew us$6@2$ to$9$ be Watchers: be not lost
2:02;137:1[M  ]| So$5@1$ poorely in$4$ your thoughts.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| To$9$ know my deed,  
2:02;137:1['  ]| Knocke.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| it$6@1$ were best not know my*selfe.
2:02;137:1[D  ]| Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
2:02;137:1[D  ]| I would thou could'st.  
2:02;137:1['  ]| Exeunt.
2:03;137:1['  ]| Enter a Porter.
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knocking within.
2:03;137:1[W P]| Here is a knocking indeede: if a man were
2:03;137:1[W P]| Porter of #Hell Gate, he should have old turning the
2:03;137:1[W P]| Key. 
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knock. 
2:03;137:1[W P]| Knock, Knock, Knock. Who$6@2$ is there
2:03;137:1[W P]| in$4$ the name of Belzebub? Here is a Farmer, that$6@1$ hang'd
2:03;137:1[W P]| himselfe on$4$ the expectation of Plentie: Come in$4$ time, have
2:03;137:1[W P]| Napkins enow about you, here you will$1$ sweat for$4$ it$6@2$. 
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knock.
2:03;137:1[W P]| Knock, knock. Who$6@2$ is there in$4$ the other Deuils Name?
2:03;137:1[W P]| Faith here is an Equiuocator, that$6@1$ could sweare in$4$ both
2:03;137:1[W P]| the Scales against eyther Scale, who$6@1$ committed Treason
2:03;137:1[W P]| enough for$4$ Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to$4$ Heauen:
2:03;137:1[W P]| o come in$5$, Equiuocator. 
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knock. 
2:03;137:1[W  ]| Knock,
2:03;137:1[W P]| Knock, Knock. Who$6@2$ is there? 'Faith here is an English
2:03;137:1[W P]| Taylor come hither, for$4$ stealing out of a French Hose:
2:03;137:1[W P]| Come in$5$ Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. 
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knock.
2:03;137:1[W P]| Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
2:03;137:1[W P]| place is too cold for$4$ #Hell. I will$1$ Deuill-Porter it$6@2$ no$2$ further:
2:03;137:1[W P]| I had thought to$9$ have let in$5$ some of all Professions, that$6@1$
2:03;137:1[W P]| go the Primrose way to$4$ the euerlasting Bonfire. 
2:03;137:1['  ]| Knock.
2:03;137:1[W  ]| Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
2:03;137:2['  ]| Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Was it$6@1$ so$5@1$ late, friend, ere you went to$4$ Bed,
2:03;137:2[F  ]| That$3$ you do lye so$5@1$ late?
2:03;137:2[W P]| Faith Sir, we$6@2$ were carowsing till the second Cock:
2:03;137:2[W  ]| And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
2:03;137:2[F P]| What three things does Drinke especially
2:03;137:2[F  ]| prouoke?
2:03;137:2[W P]| Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
2:03;137:2[W P]| Lecherie, Sir, it$6@1$ prouokes, and vnprouokes: it$6@1$ prouokes
2:03;137:2[W P]| the desire, but it$6@1$ takes away the performance. Therefore
2:03;137:2[W P]| much Drinke may be said to$9$ be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
2:03;137:2[W P]| it$6@1$ makes him, and it$6@1$ marres him; it$6@1$ sets him on$5$,
2:03;137:2[W P]| and it$6@1$ takes him off; it$6@1$ perswades him, and dis-heartens
2:03;137:2[W P]| him; makes him stand to$5$, and not stand to$5$: in$4$ conclusion,
2:03;137:2[W P]| equiuocates him in$4$ a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
2:03;137:2[W  ]| leaues him.
2:03;137:2[F P]| I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.
2:03;137:2[W P]| That$6@2$ it$6@1$ did, Sir, in$4$ the very Throat on$4$ me: but I
2:03;137:2[W P]| requited him for$4$ his Lye, and (I think) being too strong
2:03;137:2[W P]| for$4$ him, though he tooke up$5$ my Legges sometime, yet I
2:03;137:2[W P]| made a Shift to$9$ cast him.
2:03;137:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Is thy Master stirring?
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Our$6@2$ knocking has awak'd him: here he comes.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Good morrow, Noble Sir.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| Good morrow both.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
2:03;137:2[D  ]| Not yet.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| He did command me to$9$ call timely on$4$ him,
2:03;137:2[F  ]| I have almost slipt the houre.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| I will$1$ bring you to$4$ him.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| I know this is a ioyfull trouble to$4$ you:
2:03;137:2[F  ]| But yet it$6@1$ is one.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| The labour we$6@2$ delight in$5$, Physicks paine:
2:03;137:2[D  ]| This is the Doore.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| I will$1$ make so$5@1$ bold to$9$ call, for$3$ it$6@1$ is my limitted
2:03;137:2[F  ]| seruice.  
2:03;137:2['  ]| Exit Macduffe.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Goes the King hence to*day?
2:03;137:2[D  ]| He does: he did appoint so$5@2$.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| The Night has been vnruly:
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Where we$6@2$ lay, our$6@2$ Chimneys were blowne downe,
2:03;137:2[G  ]| And (as they say) lamentings heard in$4$ the Ayre;
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Strange Schreemes of Death,
2:03;137:2[G  ]| And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
2:03;137:2[G  ]| New hatch'd to$4$ the wofull time.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
2:03;137:2[G  ]| And did shake.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| it$6@1$ was a rough Night.
2:03;137:2[G  ]| My young remembrance cannot paralell
2:03;137:2[G  ]| A fellow to$4$ it$6@2$.
2:03;137:2['  ]| Enter Macduff.
2:03;137:2[F  ]| O horror, horror, horror,
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| What is the matter?
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
2:03;137:2[F  ]| The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
2:03;137:2[F  ]| The Life of the Building.
2:03;137:2[D  ]| What is it$6@1$ you say, the Life?
2:03;137:2[G  ]| Meane you his Maiestie?
2:03;137:2[F  ]| Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
2:03;137:2[F  ]| With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speake:
2:03;138:1[F  ]| See, and then speake your*selues: awake, awake,
2:03;138:1['  ]| Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| #Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| And looke on$4$ Death it*selfe: up$5$, up$5$, and see
2:03;138:1[F  ]| The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| As from your Graues rise up$5$, and walke like$4$ Sprights,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| To$9$ countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
2:03;138:1['  ]| Bell rings. Enter Lady.
2:03;138:1[M  ]| What is the Businesse?
2:03;138:1[M  ]| That$3$ such a hideous Trumpet calls to$4$ parley
2:03;138:1[M  ]| The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| O gentle Lady,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| it$6@1$ is not for$4$ you to$9$ heare what I can speake:
2:03;138:1[F  ]| The repetition in$4$ a Womans eare,
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Would murther as it$6@1$ fell.
2:03;138:1['  ]| Enter Banquo.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| O Banquo, Banquo, Our$6@2$ Royall Master is murther'd.
2:03;138:1[M  ]| Woe, alas:
2:03;138:1[M  ]| What, in$4$ our$6@2$ House?
2:03;138:1[E  ]| Too cruell, any*where.
2:03;138:1[E  ]| Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy*selfe,
2:03;138:1[E  ]| And say, it$6@1$ is not so$5@2$.
2:03;138:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| I had liu'd a blessed time: for$3$ from this instant,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| There is nothing serious in$4$ Mortalitie:
2:03;138:1[D  ]| All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Is left this Vault, to$9$ brag of.
2:03;138:1['  ]| Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
2:03;138:1[C  ]| What is amisse?
2:03;138:1[D  ]| You are, and do not know it$6@2$:
2:03;138:1[D  ]| The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Is stopt, the very Source of it$6@1$ is stopt.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Your Royall Father is murther'd.
2:03;138:1[B  ]| O, by$4$ whom?
2:03;138:1[G  ]| Those of his Chamber, as it$6@1$ seem'd, had done it$6@2$:
2:03;138:1[G  ]| Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,
2:03;138:1[G  ]| So$5@2$ were their Daggers, which$6@1$ vnwip'd, we$6@2$ found
2:03;138:1[G  ]| upon$4$ their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,
2:03;138:1[G  ]| No$2$ mans Life was to$9$ be trusted with them.
2:03;138:1[D  ]| O, yet I do repent me of my furie,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| That$3$ I did kill them.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Wherefore did you so$5@2$?
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Who$6@2$ can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, and furious,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Loyall, and Neutrall, in$4$ a moment? No$7$ man:
2:03;138:1[D  ]| The expedition of my violent Loue
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like$4$ a Breach in$4$ Nature,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| For$4$ Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Steep'd in$4$ the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who$6@2$ could refraine,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ had a heart to$9$ loue; and in$4$ that$6@2$ heart,
2:03;138:1[D  ]| Courage, to$9$ make his loue knowne?
2:03;138:1[M  ]| Helpe me hence, hoa.
2:03;138:1[F  ]| Looke to$4$ the Lady.
2:03;138:1[B  ]| Why do we$6@2$ hold our$6@2$ tongues,
2:03;138:1[B  ]| That$6@1$ most may clayme this argument for$4$ ours$6@2$?
2:03;138:1[C  ]| What should be spoken here,
2:03;138:2[C  ]| Where our$6@2$ Fate hid in$4$ an augure hole,
2:03;138:2[C  ]| May rush, and seize us$6@2$? Let us$6@2$ away,
2:03;138:2[C  ]| Our$6@2$ Teares are not yet brew'd.
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Nor our$6@2$ strong Sorrow
2:03;138:2[B  ]| upon$4$ the foot of Motion.
2:03;138:2[E  ]| Looke to$4$ the Lady:
2:03;138:2[E  ]| And when we$6@2$ have our$6@2$ naked Frailties hid,
2:03;138:2[E  ]| That$6@1$ suffer in$4$ exposure; let us$6@2$ meet,
2:03;138:2[E  ]| And question this most bloody piece of worke,
2:03;138:2[E  ]| To$9$ know it$6@2$ further. Feares and scruples shake us$6@2$:
2:03;138:2[E  ]| In$4$ the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
2:03;138:2[E  ]| Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
2:03;138:2[E  ]| Of Treasonous Mallice.
2:03;138:2[F  ]| And so$5@2$ do I.
2:03;138:2[X  ]| So$5@2$ all.
2:03;138:2[D  ]| Let us$6@2$ briefely put on$5$ manly readinesse,
2:03;138:2[D  ]| And meet in$4$ the Hall together.
2:03;138:2[X  ]| Well contented.  
2:03;138:2['  ]| Exeunt.
2:03;138:2[B  ]| What will$1$ you do?
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Let us$6@2$ not consort with them:
2:03;138:2[B  ]| To$9$ shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Which$6@1$ the false man does easie.
2:03;138:2[B  ]| I will$1$ to$4$ England.
2:03;138:2[C  ]| To$4$ Ireland, I:
2:03;138:2[C  ]| Our$6@2$ seperated fortune shall keepe us$6@2$ both the safer:
2:03;138:2[C  ]| Where we$6@2$ are, there is Daggers in$4$ mens smiles;
2:03;138:2[C  ]| The neere in$4$ blood, the neerer bloody.
2:03;138:2[B  ]| This murtherous Shaft that$6@1$ is shot,
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Hath not yet lighted: and our$6@2$ safest way,
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Is to$9$ auoid the ayme. Therefore to$4$ Horse,
2:03;138:2[B  ]| And let us$6@2$ not be daintie of leaue-taking,
2:03;138:2[B  ]| But shift away: there is warrant in$4$ that$6@2$ Theft,
2:03;138:2[B  ]| Which$6@1$ steales it*selfe, when there is no$2$ mercie left.
2:03;138:2['  ]| Exeunt.
2:04;138:2['  ]| Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
2:04;138:2[W  ]| Threescore and ten I can remember well,
2:04;138:2[W  ]| Within the Volume of which$6@1$ Time, I have seene
2:04;138:2[W P]| Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
2:04;138:2[W  ]| Hath trifled former knowings.
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Ha, good  Father,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Threatens his bloody Stage: by$4$ the Clock it$6@1$ is Day,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Is it$6@1$ Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| That$3$ Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| When liuing Light should kisse it$6@2$?
2:04;138:2[W  ]| it$6@1$ is vnnaturall,
2:04;138:2[W  ]| Euen like$4$ the deed that$6@1$ is done: On$4$ Tuesday last,
2:04;138:2[W  ]| A Faulcon towring in$4$ her$2$ pride of place,
2:04;138:2[W  ]| Was by$4$ a Mowsing Owle hawkt at, and kill'd.
2:04;138:2[H  ]| And Duncans Horses,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| (A thing most strange, and certaine)
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Turn'd wilde in$4$ nature, broke their stalls, flong out,
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
2:04;138:2[H  ]| Make Warre with Mankinde.
2:04;138:2[W  ]| it$6@1$ is said, they eate each other.
2:04;138:2[H  ]| They did so$5@2$:
2:04;139:1[H  ]| To$4$ the amazement of mine eyes that$6@1$ look'd upon$4$ it$6@2$.
2:04;139:1['  ]| Enter Macduffe.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Here comes the good Macduffe.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| How goes the world Sir, now?
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Why see you not?
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Is it$6@1$ known who$6@2$ did this more then bloody deed?
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Those that$6@1$ Macbeth hath slaine.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Alas the day,
2:04;139:1[H  ]| What good could they pretend?
2:04;139:1[F  ]| They were subborned,
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sons
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Are stolne away and fled, which$6@1$ puts upon$4$ them
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Suspition of the deed.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| 'Gainst Nature still,
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Thriftlesse Ambition, that$6@1$ will$1$ rauen up$5$
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Thine owne liues meanes: Then it$6@1$ is most like$5$,
2:04;139:1[H  ]| The Soueraignty will$1$ fall upon$4$ Macbeth.
2:04;139:1[F  ]| He is already nam'd, and gone to$4$ Scone
2:04;139:1[F  ]| To$9$ be inuested.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Where is Duncans body?
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Carried to$4$ Colmekill,
2:04;139:1[F  ]| The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
2:04;139:1[F  ]| And Guardian of their Bones.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Will$1$ you to$4$ Scone?
2:04;139:1[F  ]| No$7$ Cosin, I will$1$ to$4$ Fife.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Well, I will$1$ thither.
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Well may you see things well done there: Adieu
2:04;139:1[F  ]| Least our$6@2$ old Robes sit easier then our$6@2$ new.
2:04;139:1[H  ]| Farewell, Father.
2:04;139:1[W  ]| Gods benyson go with you, and with those
2:04;139:1[W  ]| That$6@1$ would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.
2:04;139:1['  ]| Exeunt omnes
3:01;00000@@@@@|
3:01;139:1['  ]| Enter Banquo.
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Thou hast it$6@2$ now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Thou playd'st most fowly for$4$ it$6@2$: yet it$6@1$ was saide
3:01;139:1[E  ]| it$6@1$ should not stand in$4$ thy Posterity,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| But that$3$ my*selfe should be the Roote, and Father
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| As upon$4$ thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Why by$4$ the verities on$4$ thee made good,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| May they not be my Oracles as well,
3:01;139:1[E  ]| And set me up$5$ in$4$ hope. But hush, no$2$ more.
3:01;139:1['  ]| Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox,
3:01;139:1['  ]| Rosse, Lords, and Attendants.
3:01;139:1[D  ]| Here is our$6@1$ chiefe Guest.
3:01;139:1[M  ]| If he had beene forgotten,
3:01;139:1[M  ]| it$6@1$ had bene as a gap in$4$ our$6@1$ great Feast,
3:01;139:1[M  ]| And all-thing vnbecomming.
3:01;139:1[D  ]| To*night we$6@1$ hold a solemne Supper sir,
3:01;139:1[D  ]| And I will$1$ request your presence.
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Let your Highnesse
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Command upon$4$ me, to$4$ the which$6@1$ my duties
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Are with a most indissoluble tye
3:01;139:1[E  ]| For*euer knit.
3:01;139:1[D  ]| Ride you this afternoone?
3:01;139:1[E  ]| Aye, my good Lord.
3:01;139:1[D  ]| We$6@1$ should have else desir'd your good aduice
3:01;139:2[D  ]| (Which$6@1$ still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
3:01;139:2[D  ]| In$4$ this dayes Councell: but we$6@1$ will$1$ take to*morrow.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Is it$6@1$ farre you ride?
3:01;139:2[E  ]| As farre, my Lord, as will$1$ fill up$5$ the time
3:01;139:2[E  ]| 'Twixt this, and Supper. Go not my Horse the better,
3:01;139:2[E  ]| I must become a borrower of the Night,
3:01;139:2[E  ]| For$4$ a darke houre, or twaine.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Faile not our$6@1$ Feast.
3:01;139:2[E  ]| My Lord, I will$1$ not.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| We$6@1$ heare our$6@1$ bloody Cozens are bestow'd
3:01;139:2[D  ]| In$4$ England, and in$4$ Ireland, not confessing
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
3:01;139:2[D  ]| With strange inuention. But of that$6@2$ to*morrow,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| When therewithall, we$6@2$ shall have cause of State,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Crauing us$6@2$ ioyntly. Hye you to$4$ Horse:
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Adieu, till you returne at Night.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Goes Fleance with you?
3:01;139:2[E  ]| Aye, my good Lord: our$6@2$ time does call upon$4$ us$6@2$.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And so$5@2$ I do commend you to$4$ their backs.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Farwell.  
3:01;139:2['  ]| Exit Banquo.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Let euery man be master of his time,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Till seuen at Night, to$9$ make societie
3:01;139:2[D  ]| The sweeter welcome:
3:01;139:2[D  ]| We$6@1$ will$1$ keepe our*selfe till Supper time alone:
3:01;139:2[D  ]| While then, God be with you.  
3:01;139:2['  ]| Exeunt Lords.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Our$6@1$ pleasure?
3:01;139:2[W  ]| They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
3:01;139:2[W  ]| Gate.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Bring them before us$6@1$.  
3:01;139:2['  ]| Exit Seruant.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| To$9$ be thus, is nothing, but to$9$ be safely thus:
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Our$6@2$ feares in$4$ Banquo sticke deepe,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And in$4$ his Royaltie of Nature reignes that$6@2$
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Which$6@1$ would be fear'd. it$6@1$ is much he dares,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And to$4$ that$6@2$ dauntlesse temper of his Minde,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| He hath a Wisdome, that$6@1$ doth guide his Valour,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| To$9$ act in$4$ safetie. There is none but he,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Whose being I do feare: and vnder him,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| My Genius is rebuk'd, as it$6@1$ is said
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Mark Anthonies was by$4$ Caesar. He chid the Sisters,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| When first they put the Name of King upon$4$ me,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And bad them speake to$4$ him. Then Prophet-like,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| They hayl'd him Father to$4$ a Line of Kings.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| upon$4$ my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And put a barren Scepter in$4$ my Gripe,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Thence to$9$ be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| No$2$ Son of mine succeeding: if it$6@1$ be so$5@2$,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| For$4$ Banquo's Issue have I fil'd my Minde,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| For$4$ them, the gracious Duncan have I murther'd,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Put Rancours in$4$ the Vessell of my Peace
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Onely for$4$ them, and mine eternall Iewell
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Giuen to$4$ the common Enemie of Man,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| To$9$ make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Rather then so$5@2$, come Fate into the Lyst,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| And champion me to$4$ the vtterance.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Who$6@2$ is there?
3:01;139:2['  ]| Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Now go to$4$ the Doore, and stay there till we$6@1$ call.
3:01;139:2['  ]| Exit Seruant.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Was it$6@1$ not yesterday we$6@2$ spoke together?
3:01;139:2[W  ]| it$6@1$ was, so$3$ please your Highnesse.
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Well then,
3:01;139:2[D  ]| Now have you consider'd of my speeches:
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Know, that$3$ it$6@1$ was he, in$4$ the times past,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ held you so$5@1$ vnder fortune,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ you thought had been our$6@1$ innocent selfe.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| This I made good to$4$ you, in$4$ our$6@2$ last conference,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Past in$4$ probation with you:
3:01;140:1[D  ]| How you were borne in$4$ hand, how crost:
3:01;140:1[D  ]| The Instruments: who$6@1$ wrought with them:
3:01;140:1[D  ]| And all things else, that$6@1$ might
3:01;140:1[D  ]| To$4$ halfe a Soule, and to$4$ a Notion craz'd,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Say, Thus did Banquo.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| You made it$6@2$ knowne to$4$ us$6@2$.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| I did so$5@2$:
3:01;140:1[D  ]| And went further, which$6@1$ is now
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Our$6@2$ point of second meeting.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Do you finde your patience so$5@1$ predominant,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| In$4$ your nature, that$3$ you can let this go?
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Are you so$5@1$ Gospell'd, to$9$ pray for$4$ this good man,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| And for$4$ his Issue, whose heauie hand
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Hath bow'd you to$4$ the Graue, and begger'd
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Yours for*euer?
3:01;140:1[W  ]| We$6@2$ are men, my Liege.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Aye, in$4$ the Catalogue ye go for$4$ men,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
3:01;140:1[D  ]| All by$4$ the Name of Dogges: the valued file
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
3:01;140:1[D  ]| According to$4$ the gift, which$6@1$ bounteous Nature
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Hath in$4$ him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Particular addition, from the Bill,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ writes them all alike: and so$5@2$ of men.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Now, if you have a station in$4$ the file,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Not in$4$ the worst ranke of Manhood, say it$6@2$,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| And I will$1$ put that$6@2$ Businesse in$4$ your Bosomes,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Grapples you to$4$ the heart; and loue of us$6@1$,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Who$6@1$ weare our$6@1$ Health but sickly in$4$ his Life,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ in$4$ his Death were perfect.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| I am one, my Liege,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
3:01;140:1[W  ]| Hath so$5@1$ incens'd, that$3$ I am recklesse what I do,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| To$9$ spight the World.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| And I another,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| So$5@1$ wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| That$3$ I would set my Life on$4$ any Chance,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| To$9$ mend it$6@2$, or be rid of it$6@2$.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| True, my Lord.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| So$5@2$ is he mine: and in$4$ such bloody distance,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| That$3$ euery minute of his being, thrusts
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
3:01;140:1[D  ]| With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| And bid my will$0$ auouch it$6@2$; yet I must not,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| For$4$ certaine friends that$6@1$ are both his, and mine,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Who$6@1$ I my*selfe struck downe: and thence it$6@1$ is,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| That$3$ I to$4$ your assistance do make loue,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| For$4$ sundry weightie Reasons.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| We$6@2$ shall, my Lord,
3:01;140:1[W  ]| Performe what you command us$6@2$.
3:01;140:1[W  ]| Though our$6@2$ Liues --
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Your Spirits shine through you.
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Within this houre, at most,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| I will$1$ aduise you where to$9$ plant your*selues,
3:01;140:1[D  ]| Acquaint you with the perfect Spy of the time,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| The moment of it$6@2$, for$3$ it$6@1$ must be done to*Night,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| That$3$ I require a clearenesse; and with him,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| To$9$ leaue no$2$ Rubs nor Botches in$4$ the Worke:
3:01;140:2[D  ]| his Son, that$6@1$ keepes him companie,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| Whose absence is no$2$ lesse materiall to$4$ me,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
3:01;140:2[D  ]| Of that$6@2$ darke houre: resolue your*selues apart,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| I will$1$ come to$4$ you anon.
3:01;140:2[W  ]| We$6@2$ are resolu'd, my Lord.
3:01;140:2[D  ]| I will$1$ call upon$4$ you straight: abide within,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| it$6@1$ is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,
3:01;140:2[D  ]| If it$6@1$ finde Heauen, must finde it$6@2$ out to*Night.  
3:01;140:2['  ]| Exeunt.
3:02;140:2['  ]| Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Is Banquo gone from Court?
3:02;140:2[W  ]| Aye, Madame, but returnes againe to*Night.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Say to$4$ the King, I would attend his leysure,
3:02;140:2[M  ]| For$4$ a few words.
3:02;140:2[W  ]| Madame, I will$1$.  
3:02;140:2['  ]| Exit.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Nought is had, all is spent.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Where our$6@2$ desire is got without content:
3:02;140:2[M  ]| it$6@1$ is safer, to$9$ be that$6@2$ which$6@1$ we$6@2$ destroy,
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Then by$4$ destruction dwell in$4$ doubtfull ioy.
3:02;140:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| How now, my Lord, why do you keepe alone?
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Vsing those Thoughts, which$6@1$ should indeed have dy'd
3:02;140:2[M  ]| With them they think on$5$: things without all remedie
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Should be without regard: what is done, is done.
3:02;140:2[D  ]| We$6@2$ have scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it$6@2$:
3:02;140:2[D  ]| She will$1$ close, and be her*selfe, whilest our$6@2$ poore Mallice
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Remaines in$4$ danger of her$2$ former Tooth.
3:02;140:2[D  ]| But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Both the Worlds suffer,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Ere we$6@2$ will$1$ eate our$6@2$ Meale in$4$ feare, and sleepe
3:02;140:2[D  ]| In$4$ the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| That$6@1$ shake us$6@2$ Nightly: Better be with the dead,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Whom we$6@2$, to$9$ gayne our$6@2$ peace, have sent to$4$ peace,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Then on$4$ the torture of the Minde to$9$ lye
3:02;140:2[D  ]| In$4$ restlesse extasie.
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Duncane is in$4$ his Graue:
3:02;140:2[D  ]| After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Treason has done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Mallice domestique, forraine Leuie, nothing,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Can touch him further.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Come on$5$:
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes,
3:02;140:2[M  ]| Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to*Night.
3:02;140:2[D  ]| So$5@2$ shall I Loue, and so$5@2$ I pray be you:
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Let your remembrance apply to$4$ Banquo,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Vnsafe the while, that$3$ we$6@2$ must laue
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Our$6@2$ Honors in$4$ these flattering streames,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| And make our$6@2$ Faces Vizards to$4$ our$6@2$ Hearts,
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Disguising what they are.
3:02;140:2[M  ]| You must leaue this.
3:02;140:2[D  ]| O, full of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife:
3:02;140:2[D  ]| Thou know'st, that$3$ Banquo and his Fleans liues.
3:02;141:1[M  ]| But in$4$ them, Natures Coppie is not eterne.
3:02;141:1[D  ]| There is comfort yet, they are assaileable,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
3:02;141:1[D  ]| His Cloyster'd flight, ere to$4$ black Heccats summons
3:02;141:1[D  ]| The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.
3:02;141:1[M  ]| What is to$9$ be done?
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Skarfe up$5$ the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Cancell and teare to$4$ pieces that$6@2$ great Bond,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ keepes me pale. Light thickens,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| And the Crow makes Wing to$4$ the Rookie Wood:
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Good things of Day begin to$9$ droope, and drowse,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Whiles Nights black Agents to$4$ their Prey's do rowse.
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
3:02;141:1[D  ]| Things bad begun, make strong themselues by$4$ ill:
3:02;141:1[D  ]| So$3$ prythee go with me.  
3:02;141:1['  ]| Exeunt.
3:03;141:1['  ]| Enter three Murtherers.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| But who$6@2$ did bid thee ioyne with us$6@2$?
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Macbeth.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| He needes not our$6@2$ mistrust, since he deliuers
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Our$6@2$ Offices, and what we$6@2$ have to$9$ do,
3:03;141:1[W  ]| To$4$ the direction iust.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Then stand with us$6@2$:
3:03;141:1[W  ]| The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,
3:03;141:1[W  ]| To$9$ gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
3:03;141:1[W  ]| The subiect of our$6@2$ Watch.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Hearke, I heare Horses.
3:03;141:1['  ]| Banquo within.
3:03;141:1[E  ]| Give us$6@2$ a Light there, hoa.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Then it$6@1$ is he:
3:03;141:1[W  ]| The rest, that$6@1$ are within the note of expectation,
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Alreadie are in$4$ the Court.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| His Horses go about.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Almost a mile: but he does vsually,
3:03;141:1[W  ]| So$5@2$ all men do, from hence to$4$ the Pallace Gate
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Make it$6@1$ their Walke.
3:03;141:1['  ]| Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| A Light, a Light.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| it$6@1$ is he.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Stand to$4$ it$6@2$.
3:03;141:1[E  ]| it$6@1$ will$1$ be Rayne to*Night.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Let it$6@2$ come downe.
3:03;141:1[E  ]| O, Trecherie!
3:03;141:1[E  ]| Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
3:03;141:1[E  ]| Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Who$6@2$ did strike out the Light?
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Was it$6@1$ not the way?
3:03;141:1[W  ]| There is but one downe: the Son is fled.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| We$6@2$ have lost
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Best halfe of our$6@2$ Affaire.
3:03;141:1[W  ]| Well, let us$6@2$ away, and say how much is done.
3:03;141:1['  ]| Exeunt.
3:04;141:2['  ]| Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
3:04;141:2['  ]| Lords, and Attendants.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| At first and last, the hearty welcome.
3:04;141:2[W  ]| Thankes to$4$ your Maiesty.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Our*selfe will$1$ mingle with Society,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| And play the humble Host:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Our$6@1$ Hostesse keepes her$2$ State, but in$4$ best time
3:04;141:2[D  ]| We$6@1$ will$1$ require her$2$ welcome.
3:04;141:2[M  ]| Pronounce it$6@2$ for$4$ me Sir, to$4$ all our$6@2$ Friends,
3:04;141:2[M  ]| For$3$ my heart speakes, they are welcome.
3:04;141:2['  ]| Enter first Murtherer.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| See they encounter thee with their harts thanks
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Both sides are euen: here I will$1$ sit in$4$ the mid'st,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Be large in$4$ mirth, anon we$6@2$ will$1$ drinke a Measure
3:04;141:2[D  ]| The Table round. There is blood upon$4$ thy face.
3:04;141:2[W  ]| it$6@1$ is Banquo's then.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| it$6@1$ is better thee without, then he within.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Is he dispatch'd?
3:04;141:2[W  ]| My Lord his throat is cut, that$6@2$ I did for$4$ him.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Thou art the best of the Cut-throats,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Yet he is good that$6@1$ did the like$2$ for$4$ Fleans:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| If thou did'st it$6@2$, thou art the Non-pareill.
3:04;141:2[W  ]| Most Royall Sir
3:04;141:2[W  ]| Fleans is scap'd.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Then comes my Fit againe:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| I had else beene perfect;
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in$5$
3:04;141:2[D  ]| To$4$ sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo is safe?
3:04;141:2[W  ]| Aye, my good Lord: safe in$4$ a ditch he bides,
3:04;141:2[W  ]| With twenty trenched gashes on$4$ his head;
3:04;141:2[W  ]| The least a Death to$4$ Nature.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Thankes for$4$ that$6@2$:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that$6@1$ is fled
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Hath Nature that$6@1$ in$4$ time will$1$ Venom breed,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| No$2$ teeth for$4$ the present. Get thee gone, to*morrow
3:04;141:2[D  ]| We$6@2$ will$1$ heare our*selues againe.  
3:04;141:2['  ]| Exit Murderer.
3:04;141:2[M  ]| My Royall Lord,
3:04;141:2[M  ]| You do not give the Cheere, the Feast is sold
3:04;141:2[M  ]| That$6@1$ is not often vouch'd, while it$6@1$ is a*making:
3:04;141:2[M  ]| it$6@1$ is giuen, with welcome: to$9$ feede were best at home:
3:04;141:2[M  ]| From thence, the sawce to$4$ meate is Ceremony,
3:04;141:2[M  ]| Meeting were bare without it$6@2$.
3:04;141:2['  ]| Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in$4$ Macbeths place.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Sweet Remembrancer:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Now good digestion waite on$4$ Appetite,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| And health on$4$ both.
3:04;141:2[G  ]| May it$6@1$ please your Highnesse sit.
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Here had we$6@2$ now our$6@2$ Countries Honor, roof'd,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Were the grac'd person of our$6@1$ Banquo present:
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Who$6@1$, may I rather challenge for$4$ vnkindnesse,
3:04;141:2[D  ]| Then pitty for$4$ Mischance.
3:04;141:2[H  ]| His absence (Sir)
3:04;141:2[H  ]| Layes blame upon$4$ his promise. Please it$6@1$ your Highnesse
3:04;141:2[H  ]| To$9$ grace us$6@2$ with your Royall Company?
3:04;142:1[D  ]| The Table is full.
3:04;142:1[G  ]| Here is a place reseru'd Sir.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Where?
3:04;142:1[G  ]| Here my good Lord.
3:04;142:1[G  ]| What is it$6@1$ that$6@1$ moues your Highnesse?
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Which$6@2$ of you have done this?
3:04;142:1[W  ]| What, my good Lord?
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Thou canst not say I did it$6@2$: neuer shake
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Thy goary lockes at me.
3:04;142:1[H  ]| Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,
3:04;142:1[M  ]| And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
3:04;142:1[M  ]| The fit is momentary, upon$4$ a thought
3:04;142:1[M  ]| He will$1$ againe be well. If much you note him
3:04;142:1[M  ]| You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Aye, and a bold one, that$6@1$ dare looke on$4$ that$6@2$
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ might appall the Diuell.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| O proper stuffe:
3:04;142:1[M  ]| This is the very painting of your feare:
3:04;142:1[M  ]| This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which$6@1$ you said
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Led you to$4$ Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
3:04;142:1[M  ]| (Impostors to$4$ true feare) would well become
3:04;142:1[M  ]| A womans story, at a Winters fire
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Authoriz'd by$4$ her$2$ Grandam: shame it*selfe,
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Why do you make such faces? When all is done
3:04;142:1[M  ]| You looke but on$4$ a stoole.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Prythee see there:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Behold, looke, loe, how say you:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| If Charnell houses, and our$6@2$ Graues must send
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Those that$6@1$ we$6@2$ bury, backe; our$6@2$ Monuments
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Shall be the Mawes of Kytes.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| What? quite vnmann'd in$4$ folly.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| If I stand here, I saw him.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Fie for$4$ shame.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Blood hath bene shed ere now, in$4$ the olden time
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Aye, and since too, Murthers have bene perform'd
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Too terrible for$4$ the eare. The times has bene,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| That$3$ when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| And there an end: But now they rise againe
3:04;142:1[D  ]| With twenty mortall murthers on$4$ their crownes,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| And push us$6@2$ from our$6@2$ stooles. This is more strange
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Then such a murther is.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| My worthy Lord
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Your Noble Friends do lacke you.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| I do forget:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| I have a strange infirmity, which$6@1$ is nothing
3:04;142:1[D  ]| To$4$ those that$6@1$ know me. Come, loue and health to$4$ all,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Then I will$1$ sit downe: Give me some Wine, fill full:
3:04;142:1['  ]| Enter Ghost.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| I drinke to$4$ the generall ioy of the whole Table,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| And to$4$ our$6@1$ deere Friend Banquo, whom we$6@1$ misse:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Would he were here: to$4$ all, and him we$6@1$ thirst,
3:04;142:1[D  ]| And all to$4$ all.
3:04;142:1[W  ]| Our$6@2$ duties, and the pledge.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Auant, and quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Thou hast no$2$ speculation in$4$ those eyes
3:04;142:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ thou dost glare with.
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Think of this good Peeres
3:04;142:1[M  ]| But as a thing of Custome: it$6@1$ is no$2$ other,
3:04;142:1[M  ]| Onely it$6@1$ spoyles the pleasure of the time.
3:04;142:1[D  ]| What man dare, I dare:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Approach thou like$4$ the rugged Russian Beare,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| The arm'd Rhinoceros, or the Hircan Tiger,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Take any shape but that$6@2$, and my firme Nerues
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| And dare me to$4$ the Desart with thy Sword:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
3:04;142:2[D  ]| The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so$5@2$, being gone
3:04;142:2[D  ]| I am a man againe: pray you sit still.
3:04;142:2[M  ]| You have displac'd the mirth,
3:04;142:2[M  ]| Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Can such things be,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| And ouercome us$6@2$ like$4$ a Summers Clowd,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Without our$6@2$ speciall wonder? You make me strange
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Euen to$4$ the disposition that$6@1$ I owe,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| When now I think you can behold such sights,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| When mine is blanch'd with feare.
3:04;142:2[H  ]| What sights, my Lord?
3:04;142:2[M  ]| I pray you speake not: he growes worse and worse
3:04;142:2[M  ]| Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.
3:04;142:2[M  ]| Stand not upon$4$ the order of your going,
3:04;142:2[M  ]| But go at once.
3:04;142:2[G  ]| Good night, and better health
3:04;142:2[G  ]| Attend his Maiesty.
3:04;142:2[M  ]| A kinde goodnight to$4$ all.  
3:04;142:2['  ]| Exit Lords.
3:04;142:2[D  ]| it$6@1$ will$1$ have blood they say:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Blood will$1$ have Blood:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Stones have beene knowne to$9$ moue, and Trees to$9$ speake:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Augures, and vnderstood Relations, have
3:04;142:2[D  ]| By$4$ Maggot Pyes, and Choughes, and Rookes brought forth
3:04;142:2[D  ]| The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?
3:04;142:2[M  ]| Almost at oddes with morning, which$6@1$ is which$6@1$.
3:04;142:2[D  ]| How say'st thou that$3$ Macduff denies his person
3:04;142:2[D  ]| At our$6@1$ great bidding.
3:04;142:2[M  ]| Did you send to$4$ him Sir?
3:04;142:2[D  ]| I heare it$6@2$ by$4$ the way: But I will$1$ send:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| There is not a one of them but in$4$ his house
3:04;142:2[D  ]| I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will$1$ to*morrow
3:04;142:2[D  ]| (And betimes I will$1$) to$4$ the weyard Sisters.
3:04;142:2[D  ]| More shall they speake: for$3$ now I am bent to$9$ know
3:04;142:2[D  ]| By$4$ the worst meanes, the worst, for$4$ mine owne good,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| All causes shall give way. I am in$4$ blood
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Stept in$5$ so$5@1$ farre, that$3$ should I wade no$2$ more,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Returning were as tedious as go ore:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Strange things I have in$4$ head, that$6@1$ will$1$ to$4$ hand,
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Which$6@1$ must be acted, ere they may be scand.
3:04;142:2[M  ]| You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Come, we$6@2$ will$1$ to$4$ sleepe: My strange and self-abuse
3:04;142:2[D  ]| Is the initiate feare, that$6@1$ wants hard vse:
3:04;142:2[D  ]| We$6@2$ are yet but yong indeed.  
3:04;142:2['  ]| Exeunt.
3:05;142:2['  ]| Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting
3:05;142:2['  ]| Hecat.
3:05;142:2[V  ]| Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?
3:05;142:2[V  ]| Have I not reason (Beldams) as you are?
3:05;142:2[V  ]| Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
3:05;142:2[V  ]| To$9$ Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
3:05;142:2[V  ]| In$4$ Riddles, and Affaires of death;
3:05;143:1[V  ]| And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| The close contriuer of all harmes,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Was neuer call'd to$9$ beare my part,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Or shew the glory of our$6@2$ #Art?
3:05;143:1[V  ]| And which$6@1$ is worse, all you have done
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Hath bene but for$4$ a wayward Son,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Spightfull, and wrathfull, who$6@1$ (as others do)
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Loues for$4$ his owne ends, not for$4$ you.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| But make amends now: Get you gone,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| And at the pit of Acheron
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Meete me in$4$ the Morning: thither he
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Will$1$ come, to$9$ know his Destinie.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Your Charmes, and euery*thing beside;
3:05;143:1[V  ]| I am for$4$ the Ayre: This night I will$1$ spend
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| upon$4$ the Corner of the Moone
3:05;143:1[V  ]| There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| I will$1$ catch it$6@2$ ere it$6@1$ come to$4$ ground;
3:05;143:1[V  ]| And that$6@2$ distill'd by$4$ Magicke slights,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| As by$4$ the strength of their illusion,
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Shall draw him on$5$ to$4$ his Confusion.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare
3:05;143:1[V  ]| His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:
3:05;143:1[V  ]| And you all know, Security
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.
3:05;143:1['  ]| Musicke, and a Song.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Sits in$4$ Foggy cloud, and stayes for$4$ me.
3:05;143:1['  ]| Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Come, let us$6@2$ make #hast, she will$1$ soone be
3:05;143:1[V  ]| Backe againe.  
3:05;143:1['  ]| Exeunt.
3:06;143:1['  ]| Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
3:06;143:1[G  ]| My former Speeches,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Have but hit your Thoughts
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Which$6@1$ can interpret farther: Onely I say
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Things have bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
3:06;143:1[G  ]| And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Whom you may say (if it$6@1$ please you) Fleans kill'd,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| For$3$ Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Who$6@2$ cannot want the thought, how monstrous
3:06;143:1[G  ]| it$6@1$ was for$4$ Malcolme, and for$4$ Donalbane
3:06;143:1[G  ]| To$9$ kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| How it$6@1$ did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight
3:06;143:1[G  ]| In$4$ pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| That$6@1$ were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Was not that$6@2$ Nobly done? Aye, and wisely too:
3:06;143:1[G  ]| For$3$ it$6@1$ would have anger'd any heart aliue
3:06;143:1[G  ]| To$9$ heare the men deny it$6@2$. So$3$ that$3$ I say,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| He has borne all things well, and I do think,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| That$3$ had he Duncans Sons vnder his Key,
3:06;143:1[G  ]| (As, if it$6@1$ please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
3:06;143:1[G  ]| What it$6@1$ were to$9$ kill a Father: So$5@2$ should Fleans.
3:06;143:1[G  ]| But peace; for$3$ from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
3:06;143:1[G  ]| His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
3:06;143:1[G  ]| Macduffe liues in$4$ disgrace. Sir, can you tell
3:06;143:2[G  ]| Where he bestowes himselfe?
3:06;143:2[W  ]| The Sons of Duncane
3:06;143:2[W  ]| (From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Liues in$4$ the English Court, and is receyu'd
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
3:06;143:2[W  ]| That$3$ the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Is gone, to$9$ pray the Holy King, upon$4$ his ayd
3:06;143:2[W  ]| To$9$ wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,
3:06;143:2[W  ]| That$3$ by$4$ the helpe of these (with him aboue)
3:06;143:2[W  ]| To$9$ ratifie the Worke) we$6@2$ may againe
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Give to$4$ our$6@2$ Tables meate, sleepe to$4$ our$6@2$ Nights:
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Free from our$6@2$ Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors,
3:06;143:2[W  ]| All which$6@1$ we$6@2$ pine for$4$ now. And this report
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Hath so$5@1$ exasperate their King, that$3$ he
3:06;143:2[W  ]| Prepares for$4$ some attempt of Warre.
3:06;143:2[G  ]| Sent he to$4$ Macduffe?
3:06;143:2[W  ]| He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
3:06;143:2[W  ]| The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
3:06;143:2[W  ]| And hums; as who$6@1$ should say, you will$1$ rue the time
3:06;143:2[W  ]| That$6@1$ clogges me with this Answer.
3:06;143:2[G  ]| And that$6@2$ well might
3:06;143:2[G  ]| Aduise him to$4$ a Caution, to$9$ hold what distance
3:06;143:2[G  ]| His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell
3:06;143:2[G  ]| Flye to$4$ the Court of England, and vnfold
3:06;143:2[G  ]| His Message ere he come, that$3$ a swift blessing
3:06;143:2[G  ]| May soone returne to$4$ this our$6@2$ suffering Country,
3:06;143:2[G  ]| Vnder a hand accurs'd.
3:06;143:2[W  ]| I will$1$ send my Prayers with him.  
3:06;143:2['  ]| Exeunt
4:01;00000@@@@@|
4:01;143:2['  ]| Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Harpier cries, it$6@1$ is time, it$6@1$ is time.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Round about the Caldron go:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| In$4$ the poysond Entrailes throw
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Toad, that$6@1$ vnder cold stone,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Dayes and Nights, has thirty one:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Boyle thou first in$4$ the charmed pot.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Double, double, toile and trouble;
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| In$4$ the Cauldron boyle and bake:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| For$4$ a Charme of powrefull trouble,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Like$4$ a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Double, double, toyle and trouble,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd in$4$ the darke:
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
4:01;143:2[V  ]| Sliuer'd in$4$ the Moones Ecclipse:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Ditch-deliuer'd by$4$ a Drab,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| For$4$ the Ingredience of our$6@2$ Cawdron.
4:01;144:1[X  ]| Double, double, toyle and trouble,
4:01;144:1[X  ]| Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Coole it$6@2$ with a Baboones blood,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Then the Charme is firme and good.
4:01;144:1['  ]| Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| O well done: I commend your paines,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| And euery one shall share in$4$ the gaines:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| And now about the Cauldron sing
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Like$4$ Elues and Fairies in$4$ a Ring,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Inchanting all that$6@1$ you put in$5$.
4:01;144:1['  ]| Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, andc.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| By$4$ the pricking of my Thumbes,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Something wicked this way comes:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Open Lockes, who*euer knockes.
4:01;144:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| How now you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
4:01;144:1[D  ]| What is it$6@1$ you do?
4:01;144:1[V  ]| A deed without a name.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| I coniure you, by$4$ that$6@2$ which$6@1$ you Professe,
4:01;144:1[D  ]| (How ere you come to$9$ know it$6@2$) answer me:
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Confound and swallow Nauigation up$5$:
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, and Trees blown downe,
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Though Castles topple on$4$ their Warders heads:
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Their heads to$4$ their Foundations: Though the treasure
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
4:01;144:1[D  ]| To$4$ what I aske you.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Speake.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Demand.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| We$6@2$ will$1$ answer.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Say, if thou hadst rather heare it$6@2$ from our$6@2$ mouthes,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Or from our$6@2$ Masters.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Call them: let me see them.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Powre in$5$ Sowes blood, that$6@1$ hath eaten
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Her$2$ nine Farrow: Greaze that$6@1$ is sweaten
4:01;144:1[V  ]| From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Into the Flame.
4:01;144:1[X  ]| Come high or low:
4:01;144:1[X  ]| Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.  
4:01;144:1['  ]| Thunder.
4:01;144:1['  ]| 1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Tell me, thou vnknowne power.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| He knowes thy thought:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Heare his speech, but say thou nought.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Beware Macduffe,
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
4:01;144:1['  ]| He Descends.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| What*ere thou art, for$4$ thy good caution, thanks
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| He will$1$ not be commanded: here is another
4:01;144:1[V  ]| More potent then the first.  
4:01;144:1['  ]| Thunder.
4:01;144:1['  ]| 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
4:01;144:1[D  ]| Had I three eares, I would heare thee.
4:01;144:1[V  ]| Be bloody, bold, and resolute:
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Laugh to$4$ scorne
4:01;144:2[V  ]| The powre of man: For$3$ none of woman borne
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shall harme Macbeth.  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Descends.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
4:01;144:2[D  ]| But yet I will$1$ make assurance: double sure,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| That$3$ I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it$6@1$ lies;
4:01;144:2[D  ]| And sleepe in$4$ spight of Thunder.  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Thunder
4:01;144:2['  ]| 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in$4$ his hand.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| What is this, that$6@1$ rises like$4$ the issue of a King,
4:01;144:2[V  ]| And weares upon$4$ his Baby-brow, the round
4:01;144:2[V  ]| And top of Soueraignty?
4:01;144:2[X  ]| Listen, but speake not to$4$ it$6@2$.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no$2$ care:
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Who$6@2$ chafes, who$6@2$ frets, or where Conspirers are:
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Great Byrnam Wood, to$4$ high Dunsmane Hill
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shall come against him.  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Descend.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| That$6@2$ will$1$ neuer be:
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Who$6@2$ can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Of Byrnan rise, and our$6@2$ high plac'd Macbeth
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
4:01;144:2[D  ]| To$4$ time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Throbs to$9$ know one thing: Tell me, if your #Art
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Can tell so$5@1$ much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Reigne in$4$ this Kingdome?
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Seeke to$9$ know no$2$ more.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| I will$1$ be satisfied. Deny me this,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| And an eternall Curse fall on$4$ you: Let me know.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Why sinkes that$6@2$ Caldron? and what noise is this?  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Hoboyes
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shew.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shew.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shew.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Come like$4$ shadowes, so$5@2$ depart.
4:01;144:2['  ]| A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse
4:01;144:2['  ]| in$4$ his hand.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Thou art too like$4$ the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Thy Crowne does seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like$4$ the first:
4:01;144:2[D  ]| A third, is like$4$ the former. Filthy Hagges,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Why do you shew me this? -- A fourth? Start eyes!
4:01;144:2[D  ]| What will$1$ the Line stretch out to$4$ the cracke of Doome?
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Another yet? A seauenth? I will$1$ see no$2$ more:
4:01;144:2[D  ]| And yet the eighth appeares, who$6@1$ beares a glasse,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Which$6@1$ shewes me many more: and some I see,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| That$6@1$ two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Horrible sight: Now I see it$6@1$ is true,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| For$3$ the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon$4$ me,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| And points at them for$4$ his. What? is this so$5@2$?
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Aye Sir, all this is so$5@2$. But why
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Come Sisters, cheere we$6@2$ up$5$ his sprights,
4:01;144:2[V  ]| And shew the best of our$6@2$ delights.
4:01;144:2[V  ]| I will$1$ Charme the Ayre to$9$ give a sound,
4:01;144:2[V  ]| While you performe your Antique round:
4:01;144:2[V  ]| That$3$ this great King may kindly say,
4:01;144:2[V  ]| Our$6@2$ duties, did his welcome pay.  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Musicke.
4:01;144:2['  ]| The Witches Dance, and vanish.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Where are they? Gone?
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Let this pernitious houre,
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Stand aye accursed in$4$ the Kalender.
4:01;144:2[D  ]| Come in$5$, without there.  
4:01;144:2['  ]| Enter Lenox.
4:01;144:2[G  ]| What is your Graces will$0$.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Saw you the Weyard Sisters?
4:01;145:1[G  ]| No$7$ my Lord.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Came they not by$4$ you?
4:01;145:1[G  ]| No$7$ indeed my Lord.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,
4:01;145:1[D  ]| And damn'd all those that$6@1$ trust them. I did heare
4:01;145:1[D  ]| The gallopping of Horse. Who$6@2$ was it$6@1$ came by$5$?
4:01;145:1[G  ]| it$6@1$ is two or three my Lord, that$6@1$ bring you word:
4:01;145:1[G  ]| Macduff is fled to$4$ England.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Fled to$4$ England?
4:01;145:1[G  ]| Aye, my good Lord.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:
4:01;145:1[D  ]| The flighty purpose neuer is o're-tooke
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Vnlesse the deed go with it$6@2$. From this moment,
4:01;145:1[D  ]| The very firstlings of my heart shall be
4:01;145:1[D  ]| The firstlings of my hand. And euen now
4:01;145:1[D  ]| To$9$ Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it$6@1$ thoght and done:
4:01;145:1[D  ]| The Castle of Macduff, I will$1$ surprize.
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Seize upon$4$ Fife; give to$4$ the edge of the Sword
4:01;145:1[D  ]| His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules
4:01;145:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ trace him in$4$ his Line. No$2$ boasting like$4$ a Foole,
4:01;145:1[D  ]| This deed I will$1$ do, before this purpose coole,
4:01;145:1[D  ]| But no$2$ more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
4:01;145:1[D  ]| Come bring me where they are.  
4:01;145:1['  ]| Exeunt
4:02;145:1['  ]| Enter Macduffes Wife, her$2$ Son, and Rosse.
4:02;145:1[N  ]| What had he done, to$9$ make him fly the Land?
4:02;145:1[H  ]| You must have patience Madam.
4:02;145:1[N  ]| He had none:
4:02;145:1[N  ]| His flight was madnesse: when our$6@2$ Actions do not,
4:02;145:1[N  ]| Our$6@2$ feares do make us$6@2$ Traitors.
4:02;145:1[H  ]| You know not
4:02;145:1[H  ]| Whether it$6@1$ was his wisedome, or his feare.
4:02;145:1[N  ]| Wisedom? to$9$ leaue his wife, to$9$ leaue his Babes,
4:02;145:1[N  ]| His Mansion, and his Titles, in$4$ a place
4:02;145:1[N  ]| From whence himselfe does flye? He loues us$6@2$ not,
4:02;145:1[N  ]| He wants the naturall touch. For$3$ the poore Wren
4:02;145:1[N  ]| (The most diminitiue of Birds) will$1$ fight,
4:02;145:1[N  ]| Her$2$ yong ones in$4$ her$2$ Nest, against the Owle:
4:02;145:1[N  ]| All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;
4:02;145:1[N  ]| As little is the Wisedome, where the flight
4:02;145:1[N  ]| So$5@1$ runnes against all reason.
4:02;145:1[H  ]| My deerest Cooz,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| I pray you schoole your*selfe. But for$4$ your Husband,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| He is Noble, Wise, Iudicious, and best knowes
4:02;145:1[H  ]| The fits of the Season. I dare not speake much further,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| But cruell are the times, when we$6@2$ are Traitors
4:02;145:1[H  ]| And do not know our*selues: when we$6@2$ hold Rumor
4:02;145:1[H  ]| From what we$6@2$ feare, yet know not what we$6@2$ feare,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| But floate upon$4$ a wilde and violent Sea
4:02;145:1[H  ]| Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:
4:02;145:1[H  ]| Shall not be long but I will$1$ be here againe:
4:02;145:1[H  ]| Things at the worst will$1$ cease, or else climbe upward,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| To$4$ what they were before. My pretty Cosine,
4:02;145:1[H  ]| Blessing upon$4$ you.
4:02;145:1[N  ]| Father'd he is,
4:02;145:1[N  ]| And yet he is Father-lesse.
4:02;145:1[H  ]| I am so$5@1$ much a Foole, should I stay longer
4:02;145:1[H  ]| it$6@1$ would be my disgrace, and your discomfort.
4:02;145:1[H  ]| I take my leaue at once.  
4:02;145:1['  ]| Exit Rosse.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Sirra, your Fathers dead,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| And what will$1$ you do now? How will$1$ you liue?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| As Birds do Mother.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| What with Wormes, and Flyes?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| With what I get I meane, and so$5@2$ do they.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Poore Bird,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Thou wouldst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| The Pitfall, nor the Gin.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Why should I Mother?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Poore Birds they are not set for$5$:
4:02;145:2[K  ]| My Father is not dead for$4$ all your saying.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Yes, he is dead:
4:02;145:2[N  ]| How wilt thou do for$4$ a Father?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Nay how will$1$ you do for$4$ a Husband?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Why I can buy me twenty at any Market.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Then you will$1$ buy them to$9$ sell againe.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Thou speak'st with all thy wit
4:02;145:2[N  ]| And yet I'faith with wit enough for$4$ thee.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Aye, that$6@2$ he was.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| What is a Traitor?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Why one that$6@1$ sweares, and lyes.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| And be all Traitors, that$6@1$ do so$5@2$.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Euery one that$6@1$ does so$5@2$, is a Traitor,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| And must be hang'd.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| And must they all be hang'd, that$6@1$ swear and lye?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Euery one.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Who$6@2$ must hang them?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Why, the honest men.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for$3$ there
4:02;145:2[K  ]| are Lyars and Swearers enow, to$9$ beate the honest men,
4:02;145:2[K  ]| and hang up$5$ them.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie:
4:02;145:2[N  ]| But how wilt thou do for$4$ a Father?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| If he were dead, you would weepe for$4$ him: if you
4:02;145:2[K  ]| would not, it$6@1$ were a good signe, that$3$ I should quickely
4:02;145:2[K  ]| have a new Father.
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Poore pratler, how thou talk'st?
4:02;145:2['  ]| Enter a Messenger.
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to$4$ you known,
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Though in$4$ your state of Honor I am perfect;
4:02;145:2[W  ]| I doubt some danger does approach you neerely.
4:02;145:2[W  ]| If you will$1$ take a homely mans aduice,
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Be not found here: Hence with your little ones
4:02;145:2[W  ]| To$9$ fright you thus. Me*thinkes I am too sauage:
4:02;145:2[W  ]| To$9$ do worse to$4$ you, were fell Cruelty,
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Which$6@1$ is too nie your person. Heauen preserue you,
4:02;145:2[W  ]| I dare abide no$2$ longer.  
4:02;145:2['  ]| Exit Messenger
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Whether should I flye?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| I have done no$2$ harme. But I remember now
4:02;145:2[N  ]| I am in$4$ this earthly world: where to$9$ do harme
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Is often laudable, to$9$ do good sometime
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Accounted dangerous folly. Why then (alas)
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Do I put up$5$ that$6@2$ womanly defence,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| To$9$ say I have done no$2$ harme?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| What are these faces?
4:02;145:2['  ]| Enter Murtherers.
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Where is your Husband?
4:02;145:2[N  ]| I hope in$4$ no$2$ place so$5@1$ vnsanctified,
4:02;145:2[N  ]| Where such as thou may'st finde him.
4:02;145:2[W  ]| He is a Traitor.
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Thou ly'st thou shagge-ear'd Villaine.
4:02;145:2[W  ]| What you Egge?
4:02;145:2[W  ]| Yong fry of Treachery?
4:02;145:2[K  ]| He has kill'd me Mother,
4:02;145:2[K  ]| Run away I pray you.  
4:02;145:2['  ]| Exit crying Murther.
4:03;146:1['  ]| Enter Malcolme and Macduffe.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Let us$6@2$ seeke out some desolate shade, and there
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Weepe our$6@2$ sad bosomes empty.
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Let us$6@2$ rather
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like$4$ good men,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Bestride our$6@2$ downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Strike heauen on$4$ the face, that$3$ it$6@1$ resounds
4:03;146:1[F  ]| As if it$6@1$ felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Like$2$ Syllable of Dolour.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| What I beleeue, I will$1$ waile;
4:03;146:1[B  ]| What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| As I shall finde the time to$4$ friend: I will$1$.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| What you have spoke, it$6@1$ may be so$5@2$ perchance.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| This Tyrant, whose sole name blisters our$6@2$ tongues,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Was once thought honest: you have lou'd him well,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something
4:03;146:1[B  ]| You may discerne of him through me, and wisedome
4:03;146:1[B  ]| To$9$ offer up$5$ a weake, poore innocent Lambe
4:03;146:1[B  ]| To$9$ appease an angry God.
4:03;146:1[F  ]| I am not treacherous.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| But Macbeth is.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
4:03;146:1[B  ]| In$4$ an Imperiall charge. But I shall craue your pardon:
4:03;146:1[B  ]| That$6@2$ which$6@1$ you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Yet Grace must still looke so$5@2$.
4:03;146:1[F  ]| I have lost my Hopes.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Perchance euen there
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Where I did finde my doubts.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Why in$4$ that$6@2$ rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe?
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Those precious Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Without leaue-taking. I pray you,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Let not my Iealousies, be your Dishonors,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| What*euer I shall think.
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Bleed, bleed poore Country,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| For$3$ goodnesse dare not check thee: wear thou thy wrongs,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| The Title, is affear'd. Far thee well Lord,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| I would not be the Villaine that$6@1$ thou think'st,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| For$4$ the whole Space that$6@1$ is in$4$ the Tyrants Graspe,
4:03;146:1[F  ]| And the rich East to$4$ boot.
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Be not offended:
4:03;146:1[B  ]| I speake not as in$4$ absolute feare of you:
4:03;146:1[B  ]| I think our$6@2$ Country sinkes beneath the yoake,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| it$6@1$ weepes, it$6@1$ bleeds, and each new day a gash
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Is added to$4$ her$2$ wounds. I think withall,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| There would be hands uplifted in$4$ my right:
4:03;146:1[B  ]| And here from gracious England have I offer
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Of goodly thousands. But for$4$ all this,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| When I shall treade upon$4$ the Tyrants head,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Or weare it$6@2$ on$4$ my Sword; yet my poore Country
4:03;146:1[B  ]| Shall have more vices then it$6@1$ had before,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| More suffer, and more sundry wayes then euer,
4:03;146:1[B  ]| By$4$ him that$6@1$ shall succeede.
4:03;146:1[F  ]| What should he be?
4:03;146:1[B  ]| it$6@1$ is my*selfe I meane: in$4$ whom I know
4:03;146:1[B  ]| All the particulars of Vice so$5@1$ grafted,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| That$3$ when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Will$1$ seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
4:03;146:2[B  ]| With my confinelesse harmes.
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Not in$4$ the Legions
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Of horrid #Hell, can come a Diuell more damn'd
4:03;146:2[F  ]| In$4$ euils, to$9$ top Macbeth.
4:03;146:2[B  ]| I grant him Bloody,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Luxurious, Auaricious, False, Deceitfull,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Sodaine, Malicious, smacking of euery sinne
4:03;146:2[B  ]| That$6@1$ has a name. But there is no$2$ bottome, none
4:03;146:2[B  ]| In$4$ my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill up$5$
4:03;146:2[B  ]| The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire
4:03;146:2[B  ]| All continent Impediments would ore-beare
4:03;146:2[B  ]| That$6@1$ did oppose my will$0$. Better Macbeth,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Then such an one to$9$ reigne.
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Boundlesse intemperance
4:03;146:2[F  ]| In$4$ Nature is a Tyranny: it$6@1$ hath beene
4:03;146:2[F  ]| The vntimely emptying of the happy Throne,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| And fall of many Kings. But feare not yet
4:03;146:2[F  ]| To$9$ take upon$4$ you what is yours: you may
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Conuey your pleasures in$4$ a spacious plenty,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| And yet seeme cold. The time you may so$5@2$ hoodwinke:
4:03;146:2[F  ]| We$6@2$ have willing Dames enough: there cannot be
4:03;146:2[F  ]| That$6@2$ Vulture in$4$ you, to$9$ deuoure so$5@1$ many
4:03;146:2[F  ]| As will$1$ to$4$ Greatnesse dedicate themselues,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Finding it$6@2$ so$5@2$ inclinde.
4:03;146:2[B  ]| With this, there growes
4:03;146:2[B  ]| In$4$ my most ill-composd Affection, such
4:03;146:2[B  ]| A stanchlesse Auarice, that$3$ were I King,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| I should cut off the Nobles for$4$ their Lands,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
4:03;146:2[B  ]| To$9$ make me hunger more, that$3$ I should forge
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Destroying them for$4$ wealth.
4:03;146:2[F  ]| This Auarice
4:03;146:2[F  ]| stickes deeper: growes with more pernicious roote
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Then Summer-seeming Lust: and it$6@1$ hath bin
4:03;146:2[F  ]| The Sword of our$6@2$ slaine Kings: yet do not feare,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Scotland hath Foysons, to$9$ fill up$5$ your will$0$
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Of your meere Owne. All these are portable,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| With other Graces weigh'd.
4:03;146:2[B  ]| But I have none. The King-becoming Graces,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| As Iustice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenesse,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Bounty, Perseuerance, Mercy, Lowlinesse,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| I have no$2$ rellish of them, but abound
4:03;146:2[B  ]| In$4$ the diuision of each seuerall Crime,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Acting it$6@2$ many wayes. Nay, had I powre, I should
4:03;146:2[B  ]| Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into #Hell,
4:03;146:2[B  ]| uprore the vniuersall peace, confound
4:03;146:2[B  ]| All vnity on$4$ earth.
4:03;146:2[F  ]| O Scotland, Scotland.
4:03;146:2[B  ]| If such a one be fit to$9$ gouerne, speake:
4:03;146:2[B  ]| I am as I have spoken.
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Fit to$9$ gouern? No$7$ not to$9$ liue. O Nation miserable!
4:03;146:2[F  ]| With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Since that$3$ the truest Issue of thy Throne
4:03;146:2[F  ]| By$4$ his owne Interdiction stands accust,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| And does blaspheme his breed? Thy Royall Father
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Was a most Sainted *-King: the Queene that$6@1$ bore thee,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Oftner upon$4$ her$2$ knees, then on$4$ her$2$ feet,
4:03;146:2[F  ]| Dy'de euery day she liu'd. Fare thee well,
4:03;147:1[F  ]| These Euils thou repeat'st upon$4$ thy*selfe,
4:03;147:1[F  ]| Hath banish'd me from Scotland. O my Brest,
4:03;147:1[F  ]| Thy hope ends here.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Macduff, this Noble passion
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Childe of integrity, hath from my soule
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
4:03;147:1[B  ]| To$4$ thy good Truth, and Honor. Diuellish Macbeth,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| By$4$ many of these traines, hath sought to$9$ win me
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Into his power: and modest Wisedome pluckes me
4:03;147:1[B  ]| From ouer-credulous #hast: but God aboue
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Deale betweene thee and me; For$3$ euen now
4:03;147:1[B  ]| I put my*selfe to$4$ thy Direction, and
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Vnspeake mine owne detraction. Here abiure
4:03;147:1[B  ]| The taints, and blames I laide upon$4$ my*selfe,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| For$4$ strangers to$4$ my Nature. I am yet
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Vnknowne to$4$ Woman, neuer was forsworne,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Scarsely have coueted what was mine owne.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| At no$2$ time broke my Faith, would not betray
4:03;147:1[B  ]| The Deuill to$4$ his Fellow, and delight
4:03;147:1[B  ]| No$2$ lesse in$4$ truth then life. My first false speaking
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Was this upon$4$ my*selfe. What I am truly
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Is thine, and my poore Countries to$9$ command:
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Whither indeed, before they here approach
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Already at a point, was setting foorth:
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Now we$6@2$ will$1$ together, and the chance of goodnesse
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Be like$4$ our$6@2$ warranted Quarrell. Why are you silent?
4:03;147:1[F  ]| Such welcome, and vnwelcom things at once
4:03;147:1[F  ]| it$6@1$ is hard to$9$ reconcile.
4:03;147:1['  ]| Enter a Doctor.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Well, more anon. Comes the King forth
4:03;147:1[B  ]| I pray you?
4:03;147:1[W  ]| Aye Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules
4:03;147:1[W  ]| That$6@1$ stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
4:03;147:1[W  ]| The  great assay of #Art. But at his touch,
4:03;147:1[W  ]| Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
4:03;147:1[W  ]| They presently amend.  
4:03;147:1['  ]| Exit.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| I thanke you Doctor.
4:03;147:1[F  ]| What is the Disease he meanes?
4:03;147:1[B  ]| it$6@1$ is call'd the Euill.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| A most myraculous worke in$4$ this good King,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Which$6@1$ often since my here remaine in$4$ England,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| I have seene him do: How he solicites heauen
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Himselfe best knowes: but strangely visited people
4:03;147:1[B  ]| All swolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to$4$ the eye,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| The meere dispaire of Surgery, he cures,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| Put on$5$ with holy Prayers, and it$6@1$ is spoken
4:03;147:1[B  ]| To$4$ the succeeding Royalty he leaues
4:03;147:1[B  ]| The healing Benediction. With this strange vertue,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,
4:03;147:1[B  ]| That$6@1$ speake him full of Grace.
4:03;147:1['  ]| Enter Rosse.
4:03;147:1[F  ]| See who$6@1$ comes here.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| My Countryman: but yet I know him not.
4:03;147:1[F  ]| My euer gentle Cozen, welcome hither.
4:03;147:1[B  ]| I know him now. Good God betimes remoue
4:03;147:1[B  ]| The meanes that$6@1$ makes us$6@2$ Strangers.
4:03;147:1[H  ]| Sir, Amen.
4:03;147:1[F  ]| Stands Scotland where it$6@1$ did?
4:03;147:1[H  ]| Alas poore Countrey,
4:03;147:1[H  ]| Almost affraid to$9$ know it*selfe. it$6@1$ cannot
4:03;147:1[H  ]| Be call'd our$6@2$ Mother, but our$6@2$ Graue; where nothing
4:03;147:1[H  ]| But who$6@1$ knowes nothing, is once seene to$9$ smile:
4:03;147:1[H  ]| Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that$6@1$ rent the ayre
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
4:03;147:2[H  ]| A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Is there scarse ask'd for$4$ who$6@1$, and good mens liues
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Expire before the Flowers in$4$ their Caps,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Dying, or ere they sicken.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| O Relation; too nice, and yet too true.
4:03;147:2[B  ]| What is the newest griefe?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| That$6@2$ of an houres age, doth hisse the speaker,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Each minute teemes a new one.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| How does my Wife?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Why well.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| And all my Children?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Well too.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| The Tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| No$7$, they were well at peace, when I did leaue them
4:03;147:2[F  ]| Be not a niggard of your speech: How goes it$6@1$?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| When I came hither to$9$ transport the Tydings
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Which$6@1$ I have heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Of many worthy Fellowes, that$6@1$ were out,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Which$6@1$ was to$4$ my beleefe witnest the rather,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| For$3$ that$3$ I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Now is the time of helpe: your eye in$4$ Scotland
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Would create Soldiours, make our$6@2$ women fight,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| To$9$ doffe their dire distresses.
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Be it$6@1$ their comfort
4:03;147:2[B  ]| We$6@2$ are comming thither: Gracious England hath
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Lent us$6@2$ good Seyward, and ten thousand men,
4:03;147:2[B  ]| An older, and a better Souldier, none
4:03;147:2[B  ]| That$6@1$ Christendome giues out.
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Would I could answer
4:03;147:2[H  ]| This comfort with the like$2$. But I have words
4:03;147:2[H  ]| That$6@1$ would be howl'd out in$4$ the desert ayre,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Where hearing should not latch them.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| What concerne they,
4:03;147:2[F  ]| The generall cause, or is it$6@1$ a Fee-griefe
4:03;147:2[F  ]| Due to$4$ some single brest?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| No$2$ minde that$6@1$ is honest
4:03;147:2[H  ]| But in$4$ it$6@2$ shares some woe, though the maine part
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Pertaines to$4$ you alone.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| If it$6@1$ be mine
4:03;147:2[F  ]| Keepe it$6@2$ not from me, quickly let me have it$6@2$.
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Let not your eares dispise my tongue for*euer,
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Which$6@1$ shall possesse them with the heauiest sound
4:03;147:2[H  ]| that$6@1$ euer yet they heard.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| Humh: I guesse at it$6@2$.
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Your Castle is surpriz'd: your Wife, and Babes
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Sauagely slaughter'd: To$9$ relate the manner
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Were on$4$ the Quarry of these murther'd Deere
4:03;147:2[H  ]| To$9$ adde the death of you.
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Mercifull Heauen:
4:03;147:2[B  ]| What man, ne're pull your hat upon$4$ your browes:
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Give sorrow words; the griefe that$6@1$ does not speake,
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it$6@2$ breake.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| My Children too?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| Wife, Children, Seruants, all that$6@1$ could be found.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?
4:03;147:2[H  ]| I have said.
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Be comforted.
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Let us$6@2$ make us$6@2$ Med'cines of our$6@2$ great Reuenge,
4:03;147:2[B  ]| To$9$ cure this deadly greefe.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| He has no$2$ Children. All my pretty ones?
4:03;147:2[F  ]| Did you say All? O Hell-Kite! All?
4:03;147:2[F  ]| What, All my pretty Chickens, and their Damme
4:03;147:2[F  ]| At one fell swoope?
4:03;147:2[B  ]| Dispute it$6@2$ like$4$ a man.
4:03;147:2[F  ]| I shall do so$5@2$:
4:03;148:1[F  ]| But I must also feele it$6@2$ as a man,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| I cannot but remember such things were
4:03;148:1[F  ]| That$6@1$ were most precious to$4$ me: Did heauen looke on$5$,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| And would not take their part? Sinfull Macduff,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| They were all strooke for$4$ thee: Naught that$6@1$ I am,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Not for$4$ their owne demerits, but for$4$ mine
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Fell slaughter on$4$ their soules: Heauen rest them now.
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Be this the Whetstone of your sword, let griefe
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Conuert to$4$ anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it$6@2$.
4:03;148:1[F  ]| O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Cut short all intermission: Front to$4$ Front,
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland, and my*selfe
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Within my Swords length set him, if he scape
4:03;148:1[F  ]| Heauen forgiue him too.
4:03;148:1[B  ]| This time goes manly:
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Come go we$6@2$ to$4$ the King, our$6@2$ Power is ready,
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Our$6@2$ lacke is nothing but our$6@2$ leaue. Macbeth
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Is ripe for$4$ shaking, and the Powres aboue
4:03;148:1[B  ]| Put on$5$ their Instruments: Receiue what cheere you may,
4:03;148:1[B  ]| The Night is long, that$6@1$ neuer findes the Day.  
4:03;148:1['  ]| Exeunt
5:01;00000@@@@@|
5:01;148:1['  ]| Enter a Doctor of Physicke, and a Wayting
5:01;148:1['  ]| Gentlewoman.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| I have two Nights watch'd with you, but can
5:01;148:1[W  ]| perceiue no$2$ truth in$4$ your report. When was it$6@1$ she last
5:01;148:1[W  ]| walk'd?
5:01;148:1[V  ]| Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I have
5:01;148:1[V  ]| seene her$6$ rise from her$2$ bed, throw her$2$ Night-Gown upon$4$
5:01;148:1[V  ]| her$6$, vnlocke her$2$ Closset, take foorth paper, folde it$6@2$,
5:01;148:1[V  ]| write upon$4$ it$6@2$, read it$6@2$, afterwards Seale it$6@2$, and againe returne
5:01;148:1[V  ]| to$4$ bed; yet all this while in$4$ a most fast sleepe.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| A great perturbation in$4$ Nature, to$9$ receyue at
5:01;148:1[W  ]| once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| In$4$ this slumbry agitation, besides her$2$ walking, and other
5:01;148:1[W  ]| actuall performances, what (at any time) have you heard
5:01;148:1[W  ]| her$6$ say?
5:01;148:1[V  ]| That$6@2$ Sir, which$6@1$ I will$1$ not report after her$6$.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| You may to$4$ me, and it$6@1$ is most meet you should.
5:01;148:1[V  ]| Neither to$4$ you, nor any one, hauing no$2$ witnesse
5:01;148:1[V  ]| to$9$ confirme my speech.   
5:01;148:1['  ]| Enter Lady, with a Taper.
5:01;148:1[V  ]| Lo you, here she comes: This is her$2$ very guise, and upon$4$
5:01;148:1[V  ]| my life fast asleepe: obserue her$6$, stand close.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| How came she by$4$ that$6@2$ light?
5:01;148:1[V  ]| Why it$6@1$ stood by$4$ her$6$: she has light by$4$ her$6$ continually,
5:01;148:1[V  ]| it$6@1$ is her$2$ command.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| You see her$2$ eyes are open.
5:01;148:1[V  ]| Aye, but their sense are shut.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| What is it$6@1$ she does now?
5:01;148:1[W  ]| Looke how she rubbes her$2$ hands.
5:01;148:1[V  ]| it$6@1$ is an accustom'd action with her$6$, to$9$ seeme
5:01;148:1[V  ]| thus washing her$2$ hands: I have knowne her$6$ continue in$4$
5:01;148:1[V  ]| this a quarter of an houre.
5:01;148:1[M  ]| Yet here is a spot.
5:01;148:1[W  ]| Heark, she speaks, I will$1$ set downe what comes
5:01;148:1[W  ]| from her$6$, to$9$ satisfie my remembrance the more strongly.
5:01;148:1[M  ]| Out damned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why
5:01;148:1[M  ]| then it$6@1$ is time to$9$ do it$6@2$: #Hell is murky. Fye, my Lord, fie,
5:01;148:1[M  ]| a Souldier, and affear'd? what need we$6@2$ feare? who$6@2$ knowes
5:01;148:1[M  ]| it$6@2$, when none can call our$6@2$ powre to$9$ accompt: yet who$6@2$
5:01;148:2[M  ]| would have thought the olde man to$9$ have had so$5@1$ much
5:01;148:2[M  ]| blood in$4$ him.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Do you marke that$6@2$?
5:01;148:2[M  ]| The Thane of Fife, had a wife: where is she now?
5:01;148:2[M  ]| What will$1$ these hands ne're be cleane? No$2$ more of that$6@2$
5:01;148:2[M  ]| my Lord, no$2$ more of that$6@2$: you marre all with this starting.
5:01;148:2[M  ]| 
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Go to$5$, go to$5$:
5:01;148:2[W  ]| You have knowne what you should not.
5:01;148:2[V  ]| She has spoke what she should not, I am sure
5:01;148:2[V  ]| of that$6@2$: Heauen knowes what she has knowne.
5:01;148:2[M  ]| Here is the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes
5:01;148:2[M  ]| of Arabia will$1$ not sweeten this little hand.
5:01;148:2[M  ]| O, o, o.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd.
5:01;148:2[V  ]| I would not have such a heart in$4$ my bosome,
5:01;148:2[V  ]| for$4$ the dignity of the whole body.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Well, well, well.
5:01;148:2[V  ]| Pray God it$6@1$ be sir.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have
5:01;148:2[W  ]| knowne those which$6@1$ have walkt in$4$ their sleep, who$6@1$ have
5:01;148:2[W  ]| dyed holily in$4$ their beds.
5:01;148:2[M  ]| Wash your hands, put on$5$ your Night-Gowne,
5:01;148:2[M  ]| looke not so$5@1$ pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo is buried;
5:01;148:2[M  ]| he cannot come out of his graue.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Euen so$5@2$?
5:01;148:2[M  ]| To$4$ bed, to$4$ bed: there is knocking at the gate:
5:01;148:2[M  ]| Come, come, come, come, give me your hand: What is
5:01;148:2[M  ]| done, cannot be vndone. To$4$ bed, to$4$ bed, to$4$ bed.
5:01;148:2['  ]| Exit Lady.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Will$1$ she go now to$4$ bed?
5:01;148:2[V  ]| Directly.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
5:01;148:2[W  ]| To$4$ their deafe pillowes will$1$ discharge their Secrets:
5:01;148:2[W  ]| More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
5:01;148:2[W  ]| God, God forgiue us$6@2$ all. Looke after her$6$,
5:01;148:2[W  ]| Remoue from her$6$ the meanes of all annoyance,
5:01;148:2[W  ]| And still keepe eyes upon$4$ her$6$: So$3$ goodnight,
5:01;148:2[W  ]| My minde she has mated, and amaz'd my sight.
5:01;148:2[W  ]| I think, but dare not speake.
5:01;148:2[V  ]| Good night good Doctor.  
5:01;148:2['  ]| Exeunt.
5:02;148:2['  ]| Drum and Colours. Enter Menteth, Cathnes,
5:02;148:2['  ]| Angus, Lenox, Soldiers.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| The English powre is neere, led on$5$ by$4$ Malcolm,
5:02;148:2[W  ]| His Vnkle Seyward, and the good Macduff.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Reuenges burne in$4$ them: for$3$ their deere causes
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Would to$4$ the bleeding, and the grim Alarme
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Excite the mortified man.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Neere Byrnan wood
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Shall we$6@2$ well meet them, that$6@2$ way are they comming.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Who$6@2$ knowes if Donalbane be with his brother?
5:02;148:2[G  ]| For$4$ certaine Sir, he is not: I have a File
5:02;148:2[G  ]| Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Son,
5:02;148:2[G  ]| And many vnruffe youths, that$6@1$ euen now
5:02;148:2[G  ]| Protest their first of Manhood.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| What does the Tyrant.
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Great Dunsinane he strongly Fortifies:
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Some say he is mad: Others, that$6@1$ lesser hate him,
5:02;148:2[W  ]| Do call it$6@2$ valiant Fury, but for$4$ certaine
5:02;149:1[W  ]| He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Within the belt of Rule.
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Now does he feele
5:02;149:1[W  ]| His secret Murthers sticking on$4$ his hands,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Now minutely Reuolts upbraid his Faith-breach:
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Those he commands, moue onely in$4$ command,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Nothing in$4$ loue: Now does he feele his Title
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Hang loose about him, like$4$ a Giants Robe
5:02;149:1[W  ]| upon$4$ a dwarfish Theefe.
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Who$6@2$ then shall blame
5:02;149:1[W  ]| His pester'd Senses to$9$ recoyle, and start,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| When all that$6@1$ is within him, does condemne
5:02;149:1[W  ]| It*selfe, for$4$ being there.
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Well, march we$6@2$ on$5$,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| To$9$ give Obedience, where it$6@1$ is truly ow'd:
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Meet we$6@2$ the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| And with him poure we$6@2$ in$4$ our$6@2$ Countries purge,
5:02;149:1[W  ]| Each drop of us$6@2$.
5:02;149:1[G  ]| Or so$5@1$ much as it$6@1$ needes,
5:02;149:1[G  ]| To$9$ dew the Soueraigne Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
5:02;149:1[G  ]| Make we$6@2$ our$6@2$ March towards Birnan. 
5:02;149:1['  ]| Exeunt marching.
5:03;149:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Bring me no$2$ more Reports, let them flye all:
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Till Byrnane wood remoue to$4$ Dunsinane,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| I cannot taint with Feare. What is the Boy Malcolme?
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Was he not borne of woman? The Spirits that$6@1$ know
5:03;149:1[D  ]| All mortall Consequences, have pronounc'd me thus:
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Feare not Macbeth, no$2$ man that$6@1$ is borne of woman
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Shall ere have power upon$4$ thee. Then fly false Thanes,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| And mingle with the English Epicures,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| The minde I sway by$5$, and the heart I beare,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Shall neuer sagge with doubt, nor shake with feare.
5:03;149:1['  ]| Enter Seruant.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream-fac'd Loone:
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Where got'st thou that$6@2$ Goose-looke.
5:03;149:1[W  ]| There is ten thousand.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Geese Villaine?
5:03;149:1[W  ]| Souldiers Sir.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Go pricke thy face, and ouer-red thy feare
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch?
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Are Counsailers to$4$ feare. What Soldiers Whay-face?
5:03;149:1[W  ]| The English Force, so$3$ please you.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am sick at hart,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| When I behold: Seyton, I say, this push
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Will$1$ cheere me euer, or dis-eate me now.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| I have liu'd long enough: my way of life
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| And that$6@2$ which$6@1$ should accompany Old *-Age,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| I must not looke to$9$ have: but in$4$ their steed,
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Which$6@1$ the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| Seyton?
5:03;149:1['  ]| Enter Seyton.
5:03;149:1[J  ]| What is your gracious pleasure?
5:03;149:1[D  ]| What Newes more?
5:03;149:1[J  ]| All is confirm'd my Lord, which$6@1$ was reported.
5:03;149:1[D  ]| I will$1$ fight, till from my bones, my flesh be hackt.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Give me my Armor.
5:03;149:2[J  ]| it$6@1$ is not needed yet.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| I will$1$ put it$6@2$ on$5$:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Hang those that$6@1$ talke of Feare. Give me mine Armor:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| How does your Patient, Doctor?
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Not so$5@1$ sicke my Lord,
5:03;149:2[W  ]| As she is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies
5:03;149:2[W  ]| That$6@1$ keepe her$6$ from her$2$ rest.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Cure of that$6@2$:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Can'st thou not Minister to$4$ a minde diseas'd,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| And with some sweet Obliuious Antidote
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that$6@2$ perillous stuffe
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Which$6@1$ weighes upon$4$ the heart?
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Therein the Patient
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Must minister to$4$ himselfe.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Throw Physicke to$4$ the Dogs, I will$1$ none of it$6@2$.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Come, put mine Armour on$5$: give me my Staffe:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Seyton, send out: Doctor, the Thanes flye from me:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Come sir, dispatch. If thou could'st Doctor, cast
5:03;149:2[D  ]| The Water of my Land, finde her$2$ Disease,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| And purge it$6@2$ to$4$ a sound and pristine Health,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| I would applaud thee to$4$ the very Eccho,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| That$6@1$ should applaud againe. Pull it$6@2$ off I say,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Would scowre these English hence: hear'st thou of them?
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Aye my good Lord: your Royall Preparation
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Makes us$6@2$ heare something.
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Bring it$6@2$ after me:
5:03;149:2[D  ]| I will$1$ not be affraid of Death and Bane,
5:03;149:2[D  ]| Till Birnane Forrest come to$4$ Dunsinane.
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere,
5:03;149:2[W  ]| Profit againe should hardly draw me here.  
5:03;149:2['  ]| Exeunt
5:04;149:2['  ]| Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe,
5:04;149:2['  ]| Seywards Son, Menteth, Cathnes, Angus,
5:04;149:2['  ]| and Soldiers Marching.
5:04;149:2[B  ]| Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
5:04;149:2[B  ]| That$3$ Chambers will$1$ be safe.
5:04;149:2[W  ]| We$6@2$ doubt it$6@2$ nothing.
5:04;149:2[W  ]| What wood is this before us$6@2$?
5:04;149:2[W  ]| The wood of Birnane.
5:04;149:2[B  ]| Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough,
5:04;149:2[B  ]| And bear it$6@2$ before him, thereby shall we$6@2$ shadow
5:04;149:2[B  ]| The numbers of our$6@2$ Hoast, and make discouery
5:04;149:2[B  ]| Erre in$4$ report of us$6@2$.
5:04;149:2[W  ]| it$6@1$ shall be done.
5:04;149:2[W  ]| We$6@2$ learne no$2$ other, but the confident Tyrant
5:04;149:2[W  ]| Keepes still in$4$ Dunsinane, and will$1$ indure
5:04;149:2[W  ]| Our$6@2$ setting downe before it$6@2$.
5:04;149:2[B  ]| it$6@1$ is his maine hope:
5:04;149:2[B  ]| For$3$ where there is aduantage to$9$ be giuen,
5:04;149:2[B  ]| Both more and lesse have giuen him the Reuolt,
5:04;149:2[B  ]| And none serue with him, but constrained things,
5:04;149:2[B  ]| Whose hearts are absent too.
5:04;149:2[F  ]| Let our$6@2$ iust Censures
5:04;149:2[F  ]| Attend the true euent, and put we$6@2$ on$5$
5:04;150:1[F  ]| Industrious Souldiership.
5:04;150:1[J  ]| The time approaches,
5:04;150:1[J  ]| That$6@1$ will$1$ with due decision make us$6@2$ know
5:04;150:1[J  ]| What we$6@2$ shall say we$6@2$ have, and what we$6@2$ owe:
5:04;150:1[J  ]| Thoughts speculatiue, their vnsure hopes relate,
5:04;150:1[J  ]| But certaine issue, stroakes must arbitrate,
5:04;150:1[J  ]| Towards which$6@1$, aduance the warre.  
5:04;150:1['  ]| Exeunt marching
5:05;150:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth, Seyton, and Souldiers, with
5:05;150:1['  ]| Drum and Colours.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Hang out our$6@2$ Banners on$4$ the outward walls,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| The Cry is still, they come: our$6@2$ Castles strength
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Will$1$ laugh a Siedge to$4$ scorne: Here let them lye,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Till Famine and the Ague eate them up$5$:
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Were they not forc'd with those that$6@1$ should be ours$6@2$,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| We$6@2$ might have met them darefull, beard to$4$ beard,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| And beate them backward home. What is that$6@2$ noyse?
5:05;150:1['  ]| A Cry within of Women.
5:05;150:1[J  ]| it$6@1$ is the cry of women, my good Lord.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| I have almost forgot the taste of Feares:
5:05;150:1[D  ]| The time has beene, my sences would have cool'd
5:05;150:1[D  ]| To$9$ heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Would at a dismall Treatise rowze, and stirre
5:05;150:1[D  ]| As life were in$4$ it$6@2$. I have supt full with horrors,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Direnesse familiar to$4$ my slaughterous thoughts
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that$6@2$ cry?
5:05;150:1[J  ]| The Queene (my Lord) is dead.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| She should have dy'de hereafter;
5:05;150:1[D  ]| There would have beene a time for$4$ such a word:
5:05;150:1[D  ]| To*morrow, and to*morrow, and to*morrow,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Creepes in$4$ this petty pace from day to$4$ day,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| To$4$ the last Syllable of Recorded time:
5:05;150:1[D  ]| And all our$6@2$ yesterdayes, have lighted Fooles
5:05;150:1[D  ]| The way to$4$ dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Life is but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ struts and frets his houre upon$4$ the Stage,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| And then is heard no$2$ more. it$6@1$ is a Tale
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Told by$4$ an Ideot, full of sound and fury
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Signifying nothing.  
5:05;150:1['  ]| Enter a Messenger.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Thou com'st to$9$ vse thy Tongue: thy Story quickly.
5:05;150:1[W  ]| Gracious my Lord,
5:05;150:1[W  ]| I should report that$6@2$ which$6@1$ I say I saw,
5:05;150:1[W  ]| But know not how to$9$ do it$6@2$.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Well, say sir.
5:05;150:1[W  ]| As I did stand my watch upon$4$ the Hill
5:05;150:1[W  ]| I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me*thought
5:05;150:1[W  ]| The Wood began to$9$ moue.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Lyar, and Slaue.
5:05;150:1[W  ]| Let me endure your wrath, if it$6@1$ be not so$5@2$:
5:05;150:1[W  ]| Within this three Mile may you see it$6@2$ comming.
5:05;150:1[W  ]| I say, a mouing Groue.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| If thou speak'st false,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| upon$4$ the next Tree shall thou hang aliue
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Till Famine cling thee: If thy speech be sooth,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| I care not if thou dost for$4$ me as much.
5:05;150:1[D  ]| I pull in$4$ Resolution, and begin
5:05;150:1[D  ]| To$9$ doubt the Equiuocation of the Fiend,
5:05;150:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ lies like$4$ truth. Feare not, till Byrnane Wood
5:05;150:1[D  ]| Do come to$4$ Dunsinane, and now a Wood
5:05;150:2[D  ]| Comes toward Dunsinane. Arme, Arme, and out,
5:05;150:2[D  ]| If this which$6@1$ he auouches, does appeare,
5:05;150:2[D  ]| There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
5:05;150:2[D  ]| I 'ginne to$9$ be a-weary of the Sun,
5:05;150:2[D  ]| And wish the estate of the world were now vndon.
5:05;150:2[D  ]| Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
5:05;150:2[D  ]| At least we$6@2$ will$1$ dye with Harnesse on$4$ our$6@2$ backe.  
5:05;150:2['  ]| Exeunt
5:06;150:2['  ]| Drumme and Colours.
5:06;150:2['  ]| Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, and their Army,
5:06;150:2['  ]| with Boughes.
5:06;150:2[B  ]| Now neere enough:
5:06;150:2[B  ]| Your leauy Skreenes throw downe,
5:06;150:2[B  ]| And shew like$4$ those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
5:06;150:2[B  ]| Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Son
5:06;150:2[B  ]| Leade our$6@2$ first Battell. Worthy Macduffe, and we$6@2$
5:06;150:2[B  ]| Shall take upon$4$ us$6@2$ what else remaines to$9$ do,
5:06;150:2[B  ]| According to$4$ our$6@2$ order.
5:06;150:2[J  ]| Fare you well:
5:06;150:2[J  ]| Do we$6@2$ but finde the Tyrants power to*night,
5:06;150:2[J  ]| Let us$6@2$ be beaten, if we$6@2$ cannot fight.
5:06;150:2[F  ]| Make all our$6@2$ Trumpets speak, give them all breath
5:06;150:2[F  ]| Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood, and Death.  
5:06;150:2['  ]| Exeunt
5:06;150:2['  ]| Alarums continued.
5:07;150:2['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
5:07;150:2[D  ]| They have tied me to$4$ a stake, I cannot flye,
5:07;150:2[D  ]| But Beare-like I must fight the course. What is he
5:07;150:2[D  ]| That$6@1$ was not borne of Woman? Such a one
5:07;150:2[D  ]| Am I to$9$ feare, or none.
5:07;150:2['  ]| Enter young Seyward.
5:07;150:2[W  ]| What is thy name?
5:07;150:2[D  ]| Thou 'lt be affraid to$9$ heare it$6@2$.
5:07;150:2[W  ]| No$7$: though thou call'st thy*selfe a hoter name
5:07;150:2[W  ]| Then any is in$4$ #hell.
5:07;150:2[D  ]| My name is Macbeth.
5:07;150:2[W  ]| The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
5:07;150:2[W  ]| More hatefull to$4$ mine eare.
5:07;150:2[D  ]| No$7$: nor more fearefull.
5:07;150:2[W  ]| Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword
5:07;150:2[W  ]| I will$1$ proue the lye thou speak'st.
5:07;150:2['  ]| Fight, and young Seyward slaine.
5:07;150:2[D  ]| Thou wast borne of woman;
5:07;150:2[D  ]| But Swords I smile at, Weapons laugh to$4$ scorne,
5:07;150:2[D  ]| Brandish'd by$4$ man that$6@1$ is of a Woman borne.  
5:07;150:2['  ]| Exit.
5:07;150:2['  ]| Alarums. Enter Macduffe.
5:07;150:2[F  ]| That$6@2$ way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
5:07;150:2[F  ]| If thou beest slaine, and with no$2$ stroake of mine,
5:07;150:2[F  ]| My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will$1$ haunt me still:
5:07;150:2[F  ]| I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
5:07;150:2[F  ]| Are hyr'd to$9$ beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
5:07;150:2[F  ]| Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
5:07;150:2[F  ]| I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be,
5:07;150:2[F  ]| By$4$ this great clatter, one of greatest note
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune,
5:07;151:1[F  ]| And more I begge not.  
5:07;151:1['  ]| Exit.  Alarums.
5:07;151:1['  ]| Enter Malcolme and Seyward.
5:07;151:1[W  ]| This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
5:07;151:1[W  ]| The Tyrants people, on$4$ both sides do fight,
5:07;151:1[W  ]| The Noble Thanes do brauely in$4$ the Warre,
5:07;151:1[W  ]| The day almost it*selfe professes yours,
5:07;151:1[W  ]| And little is to$9$ do.
5:07;151:1[B  ]| We$6@2$ have met with Foes
5:07;151:1[B  ]| That$6@1$ strike beside us$6@2$.
5:07;151:1[W  ]| Enter Sir, the Castle.  
5:07;151:1['  ]| Exeunt.  Alarum
5:07;151:1['  ]| Enter Macbeth.
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Why should I play the Roman Foole, and dye
5:07;151:1[D  ]| On$4$ mine owne sword? whiles I see liues, the gashes
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Do better upon$4$ them.
5:07;151:1['  ]| Enter Macduffe.
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Turne Hell-hound, turne.
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Of all men else I have auoyded thee:
5:07;151:1[D  ]| But get thee backe, my soule is too much charg'd
5:07;151:1[D  ]| With blood of thine already.
5:07;151:1[F  ]| I have no$2$ words,
5:07;151:1[F  ]| My voice is in$4$ my Sword, thou bloodier Villaine
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Then tearmes can give thee out.  
5:07;151:1['  ]| Fight: Alarum
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Thou loosest labour,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre
5:07;151:1[D  ]| With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Let fall thy blade on$4$ vulnerable Crests,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| I beare a charmed Life, which$6@1$ must not yeeld
5:07;151:1[D  ]| To$4$ one of woman borne.
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Dispaire thy Charme,
5:07;151:1[F  ]| And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Vntimely ript.
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Accursed be that$6@2$ tongue that$6@1$ tels me so$5@2$;
5:07;151:1[D  ]| For$3$ it$6@1$ hath Cow'd my better part of man:
5:07;151:1[D  ]| And be these Iugling Fiends no$2$ more beleeu'd,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ palter with us$6@2$ in$4$ a double sence,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| That$6@1$ keepe the word of promise to$4$ our$6@2$ eare,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| And breake it$6@2$ to$4$ our$6@2$ hope. I will$1$ not fight with thee.
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Then yeeld thee Coward,
5:07;151:1[F  ]| And liue to$9$ be the shew, and gaze of the time.
5:07;151:1[F  ]| We$6@2$ will$1$ have thee, as our$6@2$ rarer Monsters are
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Painted upon$4$ a pole, and vnder-writ,
5:07;151:1[F  ]| Here may you see the Tyrant.
5:07;151:1[D  ]| I will$1$ not yeeld
5:07;151:1[D  ]| To$9$ kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| And to$9$ be baited with the Rabbles curse.
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Though Byrnane wood be come to$4$ Dunsinane,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| And thou oppos'd, being of no$2$ woman borne,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| Yet I will$1$ try the last. Before my body,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| I throw my warlike Shield: Lay on$5$ Macduffe,
5:07;151:1[D  ]| And damn'd be him, that$6@1$ first cries hold, enough.
5:07;151:1['  ]| Exeunt fighting.  Alarums.
5:07;151:2['  ]| Enter Fighting, and Macbeth slaine.
5:07;151:2['  ]| Retreat, and Flourish. Enter with Drumme and Colours,
5:07;151:2['  ]| Malcolm, Seyward, Rosse, Thanes, and Soldiers.
5:07;151:2[B  ]| I would the Friends we$6@2$ misse, were safe arriu'd.
5:07;151:2[W  ]| Some must go off: and yet by$4$ these I see,
5:07;151:2[W  ]| So$5@1$ great a day as this is cheapely bought.
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Macduffe is missing, and your Noble Son.
5:07;151:2[H  ]| Your son my Lord, has paid a souldiers debt,
5:07;151:2[H  ]| He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
5:07;151:2[H  ]| The which$6@1$ no$2$ sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd
5:07;151:2[H  ]| In$4$ the vnshrinking station where he fought,
5:07;151:2[H  ]| But like$4$ a man he dy'de.
5:07;151:2[W  ]| Then he is dead?
5:07;151:2[H  ]| Aye, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
5:07;151:2[H  ]| Must not be measur'd by$4$ his worth, for$3$ then
5:07;151:2[H  ]| it$6@1$ hath no$2$ end.
5:07;151:2[W  ]| Had he his hurts before?
5:07;151:2[H  ]| Aye, on$4$ the Front.
5:07;151:2[W  ]| Why then, Gods Soldier be he:
5:07;151:2[W  ]| Had I as many Sons, as I have haires,
5:07;151:2[W  ]| I would not wish them to$4$ a fairer death:
5:07;151:2[W  ]| And so$5@2$ his Knell is knoll'd.
5:07;151:2[B  ]| He is worth more sorrow,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| and that$6@2$ I will$1$ spend for$4$ him.
5:07;151:2[W  ]| He is worth no$2$ more,
5:07;151:2[W  ]| They say he parted well, and paid his score,
5:07;151:2[W  ]| And so$5@2$ God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
5:07;151:2['  ]| Enter Macduffe, with Macbeths head.
5:07;151:2[F  ]| Haile King, for$3$ so$5@2$ thou art.
5:07;151:2[F  ]| Behold where stands
5:07;151:2[F  ]| The Usurpers cursed head: the time is free:
5:07;151:2[F  ]| I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
5:07;151:2[F  ]| That$6@1$ speake my salutation in$4$ their minds:
5:07;151:2[F  ]| Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
5:07;151:2[F  ]| Haile King*of*Scotland.
5:07;151:2[X  ]| Haile King*of*Scotland.  
5:07;151:2['  ]| Flourish.
5:07;151:2[B  ]| We$6@1$ shall not spend a large expence of time,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Before we$6@1$ reckon with your seuerall loues,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| And make us$6@1$ euen with you. My Thanes and Kinsmen
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Henceforth be Earles, the first that$6@1$ euer Scotland
5:07;151:2[B  ]| In$4$ such an Honor nam'd: What is more to$9$ do,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Which$6@1$ would be planted newly with the time,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| As calling home our$6@1$ exil'd Friends abroad,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| That$6@1$ fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Producing forth the cruell Ministers
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene;
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Who$6@1$ (as it$6@1$ is thought) by$4$ selfe and violent hands,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Tooke off her$2$ life. This, and what need full else
5:07;151:2[B  ]| That$6@1$ call's upon$4$ us$6@1$, by$4$ the Grace of Grace,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| We$6@1$ will$1$ performe in$4$ measure, time, and place:
5:07;151:2[B  ]| So$5@2$ thankes to$4$ all at once, and to$4$ each one,
5:07;151:2[B  ]| Whom we$6@1$ inuite, to$9$ see us$6@1$ Crown'd at Scone.