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Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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150 The Tragedie of Macbeth.
2312Sey. The time approaches,
2313That will with due decision make vs know
2317Towards which, aduance the warre. Exeunt marching
2318 Scena Quinta.
2319 Enter Macbeth, Seyton, & Souldiers, with
2320Drum and Colours.
2321Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
2323Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
2324Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
2326We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
2327And beate them backward home. What is that noyse?
2328 A Cry within of Women.
2329Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord.
2331The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
2332To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
2334As life were in't. I haue supt full with horrors,
2336Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry?
2337Sey. The Queene (my Lord) is dead.
2339There would haue beene a time for such a word:
2340To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
2341Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
2342To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
2343And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
2344The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
2345Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
2346That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
2347And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
2348Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
2349Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger.
2351Mes. Gracious my Lord,
2353But know not how to doo't.
2356I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me thought
2357The Wood began to moue.
2358Macb. Lyar, and Slaue.
2360Within this three Mile may you see it comming.
2361I say, a mouing Groue.
2363Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue
2365I care not if thou dost for me as much.
2366I pull in Resolution, and begin
2367To doubt th'Equiuocation of the Fiend,
2368That lies like truth. Feare not, till Byrnane Wood
2369Do come to Dunsinane, and now a Wood
2370Comes toward Dunsinane. Arme, Arme, and out,
2371If this which he auouches, do's appeare,
2372There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
2373I 'ginne to be a-weary of the Sun,
2375Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
2377 Scena Sexta.
2378 Drumme and Colours.
2379 Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe, and their Army,
2380with Boughes.
2381Mal. Now neere enough:
2382Your leauy Skreenes throw downe,
2384Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
2386Shall take vpon's what else remaines to do,
2387According to our order.
2388Sey. Fare you well:
2389Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night,
2390Let vs be beaten, if we cannot fight.
2393 Alarums continued.
2394 Scena Septima.
2395 Enter Macbeth.
2398That was not borne of Woman? Such a one
2399Am I to feare, or none.
2400 Enter young Seyward.
2401Y. Sey. What is thy name?
2404Then any is in hell.
2405Macb. My name's Macbeth.
2407More hatefull to mine eare.
2408Macb. No: nor more fearefull.
2411 Fight, and young Seyward slaine.
2412Macb. Thou was't borne of woman;
2415 Alarums. Enter Macduffe.
2420Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
2421Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
2423By this great clatter, one of greatest note
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