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Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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2213 Scaena Tertia.
2214 Enter Macbeth, Doctor, and Attendants.
2216Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunsinane,
2217I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy Malcolme?
2218Was he not borne of woman? The Spirits that know
2219All mortall Consequences, haue pronounc'd me thus:
2220Feare not Macbeth, no man that's borne of woman
2222And mingle with the English Epicures,
2223The minde I sway by, and the heart I beare,
2225 Enter Seruant.
2226The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream-fac'd Loone:
2230Ser. Souldiers Sir.
2231Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer-red thy feare
2232Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch?
2233Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
2234Are Counsailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay-face?
2238Will cheere me euer, or dis-eate me now.
2239I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
2240Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
2241And that which should accompany Old-Age,
2242As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
2244Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
2245Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
2246Seyton?
2247 Enter Seyton.
2249Macb. What Newes more?
2252Giue me my Armor.
2253Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet.
2254Macb. Ile put it on:
2255Send out moe Horses, skirre the Country round,
2256Hang those that talke of Feare. Giue me mine Armor:
2257How do's your Patient, Doctor?
2259As she is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies
2260That keepe her from her rest.
2261Macb. Cure of that:
2263Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
2264Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
2267Which weighes vpon the heart?
2268Doct. Therein the Patient
2271Come, put mine Armour on: giue me my Staffe:
2276I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
2278What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge
2280Doct. I my good Lord: your Royall Preparation
2281Makes vs heare something.
2282Macb. Bring it after me:
2283I will not be affraid of Death and Bane,