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England. Before the King's palace.
MALCOLM
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Let us seek out | some des|olate shade,| and
there
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Weep our sad bos|oms em|pty.
MACDUFF
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Let us | rather
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Hold fast the mort|al sword:| and like good men,
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Bestride | our down|fall* birth|dom: each | new*
morn,
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New wid|ows howl,| new orph|ans cry,| new
sor||rows
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Strike | heaven on | the face,| that it |
resounds
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As if | it felt | with Scot|land, and / yelled out
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Like syl|lable of dol|or.
MALCOLM
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What | I believe,| I'll wail;
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What know,| believe;| and what | I can | redress,
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As I | shall find | the time | to friend:| I
will.
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What you | have spoke,| it may | be so |
perchance.
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This tyr|ant, whose / sole name | blisters | our
tongues,
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Was once | thought^hon|est: you | have loved
| him well,
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He hath / not touched | you yet.| I am young,|
but some||thing
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You may | deserve | of him | through* me,| and
wis||dom
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To of|fer up | a weak, poor in|nocent lamb
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To appease | an ang|ry god.
MACDUFF
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I am not | treacherous.
MALCOLM
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But Mac/beth is. \\
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A good | and vir|tuous na|ture may | recoil
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In an imper|ial charge.| But I shall | crave your
| pardon:
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That which^|you are,| my thoughts | cannot |
transpose;
,
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Angels | are bright | still, though*| the bright|est
fell.
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Though^all | things^foul,| would wear | the brows
| of grace
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Yet grace | must still | look^so.
MACDUFF
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I have
lost | my hopes.
MALCOLM
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Perchance | even there
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Where I | did find | my
doubts.
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Why in | that raw|ness left | you wife,| and child,
,
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Those pre|cious mot|ives, those^/strong knots |
of love,
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Without | leave-tak/ing. I | pray you,
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Let not || my jeal|ousies,| be your |
dishon|ors,
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But || mine^own | safeties:| you may
be | rightly | just,
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Whatev|er I | shall think.
MACDUFF
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Bleed, bleed poor | country, (tri with prev)
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Great tyr/anny,| lay thou | thy bas|is sure,
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For good|ness dare | not check | thee: wear |
thou thy wrongs,
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The tit|le, is | affeared.| Fare thee | well
lord,
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I would | not be | the vil|lain that | thou thinkst,
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For the / whole space | that's in | the tyr|ant's
grasp,
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And the rich | East to | boot.
MALCOLM
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Be | not of|fended:
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I speak | not as | in abs|olute fear | of you:
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I think | our count|ry sinks | beneath | the
yoke,
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It weeps,| it bleeds,| and each new day | a gash
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Is ad|ded to | her wounds.| I think | withal,
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There would | be hands | uplift|ed in | my right,
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And here | from gra|cious Eng|land have | I
offer
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Of good|ly thous|ands. But | for all this,
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When I | shall tread | upon | the tyr|ant's head,
,
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Or wear | it on | my sword;| yet my poor |
country
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Shall have | more vic/es than | it had | before,
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More suffer / and more*| sundry | ways than |
ever,
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By him | that shall | succeed.
MACDUFF
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What should | he be?
MALCOLM
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It is | myself | I mean:| in whom | I know
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All the part|icu|lars of | vice so | grafted,
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That when | they shall | be op|ened, black |
Macbeth
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Will seem | as pure | as snow,| and the / poor state
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Esteem | him as | a lamb,| being | compared
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With my | confine|less harms.
MACDUFF
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Not in the | legions
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Of hor|rid hell,| can come | a devil | more*
damned
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In evils,| to top | Macbeth.
MALCOLM
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I grant him | bloody,
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, ->
Luxur|ious, av|ari|cious, false,| deceit||ful,
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Sudden,| mali|cious, smack|ing of eve|ry sin
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That has | a name.| But there's no | bottom,|
none
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In || my vo|luptuous|ness: your | wives, your |
daughters,
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Your mat|rons, and | your maids,| could^not |
fill^up
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The cist|ern of | my lust,| and my | desire
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All cont|inent | imped|iments would | orebear
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That did | oppose | my will.| better | Macbeth,
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Than such | a one | to reign.
MACDUFF
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Boundless in|temperance
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In na|ture is | a tyr|anny:| it hath been
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The untime|ly emp|tying | of the hap|py throne,
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And fall | of ma|ny kings.| But fear | not^yet
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To take | upon | you what | is yours:| you may
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Convey | your pleas/ures in a | spacious |
plenty,
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T T
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And yet seem cold.| The time | you may so |
hoodwink*:
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We have wil|ling dames | enough:| there can|not
be
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That vul|ture in | you, to de|vour so | many
,
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As will | to great|ness ded|icate | themselves,
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Finding | it so | inclined.
MALCOLM
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With this | there* grows
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In my / most ill-|composed | affec|tion, such
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A stanch|less av|arice,| that were | I king,
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I should | cut^off | the nob|les for | their lands,
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Desire | his jewels, and | this oth|er's house,
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And my / more-hav|ing, would | be as | a sauce
,
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To make | me hun|ger more,| that I | should forge
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Quarrels un|just a|gainst the | good and | loyal,
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Destroy|ing them | for wealth.
MACDUFF
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This av|arice
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Sticks deeper: grows | with more | perni|cious root
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Than sum|mer-seem|ing lust:| and it | hath been
,
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The sword | of our / slain kings:| yet do | not
fear,
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Scotland | hath fois|ons, to / fill up | your will
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Of your / mere own.| All these | are por|table,
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With oth|er gra|ces weighed. \\
MALCOLM
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But I have | none. the | king-be|coming | graces,
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As just|ice, ver|ity, temp|erance, stab|leness,
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Bounty,| persev|erance, mer|cy, low|liness,
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Devo|tion, pa|tience, cour|age, fort|itude,
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I have | no rel/ish of | them, but^|abound
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In the | divis|ion of / each seve|ral crime,
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Acting it | many | ways. Nay, had^I | power, I
should
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Pour the sweet milk | of con|cord, into hell,
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Uproar | the un|ivers|al peace,| confound
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All un/ity | on earth.
MACDUFF
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O Scot|land, Scot||land.
MALCOLM
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If | such a one | be fit | to gov|ern, speak:
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I am | as I | have spoken.
MACDUFF
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Fit to | govern?|| No not | to live.| O na|tion mise|rable,
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With an un|titled | tyrant,| bloody-|sceptered,
,
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When shalt | thou see | thy whole|some days |
again,
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Since that | the tru|est is|sue of | thy throne
,
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By his | own int|erdic|tion stands | accursed,
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And does blaspheme | his breed?| Thy roy|al
fath||er
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Was a / most saint|ed king:| the queen | that
bore || thee,
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Of|tener upon | her knees,| than on | her feet,
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Died every day | she lived.| Fare thee well,
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These ev|ils thou | repeatst | upon | thyself,
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Have ban|ished me | from Scot|land. O | my
breast,
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Thy hope | ends^here.
MALCOLM
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Macduff,| this nob|le pas||sion,
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Child | of integ|rity,| hath^from | my soul
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Wiped the black scru|ples, rec|onciled | my
thoughts
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To thy good | truth, and | honor.| Devilish |
Macbeth,
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By ma|ny of | these trains,| hath sought | to win
|| me
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In|to his power:| and mod|est wis|dom plucks ||
me
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From ov|er-cred|ulous haste:| but God | above
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Deal between thee | and me;| for ev|en now
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I put | myself | to thy | direc|tion, and
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Unspeak | mine^own | detrac|tion. Here | abjure
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The taints,| and blames | I laid | upon | myself,
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For strang|ers to | my na|ture. I | am yet
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Unknown | to wom|an, nev|er was | forsworn,
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Scarcely | have cov|eted | what^was | mine own.
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At no time broke | my faith,| would not |
betray
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The dev|il to | his fel|low, and | delight
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No less in truth than life. My first false speaking
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Was this | upon | myself.| what I am | truly
,
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Is thine,| and my / poor count|ry's to | command:
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Whither | indeed,| before | they here | approach
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Old Si|ward with ten | thousand | warlike men
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Alrea|dy at | a point,| was set|ting forth:
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Now we'll to|gether,| and the | chance of |
goodness
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Be like | our war|ranted quarrel.| Why are you |
silent?
MACDUFF
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Such^wel|come, and / unwel|come things | at once
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'Tis hard | to rec|oncile.
[Enter a Doctor]
MALCOLM
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Well, more anon. Comes the king forth I pray you? ????
DOCTOR
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Aye sir:| there are | a crew | of wretch|ed souls
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That stay | his cure:| their mal|ady |
convin||ces
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The great | assay | of art.| But at / his touch,
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Such^sanc|tity | hath heaven | given his hand,
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They pres|ently | amend.
MALCOLM
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I thank | you doc||tor.
[Exit Doctor]
MACDUFF
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What's | the disease | he means?
MALCOLM
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'Tis called | the evil.
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A most | mirac|ulous work | in this / good king,
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Which of|ten since | my here | remain | in Eng||land,
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I have seen | him do:| how he | soli|cits heaven
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Himself | best^knows:| but strange|ly-vis|ited
peo||ple
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All swollen | and ulce|rous, pit|iful | to the
eye,
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The mere | despair | of sur|gery,| he cures,
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Hanging | a gold|en stamp | about | their necks,
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Put^on | with ho|ly prayers,| and 'tis | spoken
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To the | succeed|ing roy|alty | he leaves
,
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The heal|ing ben|edic|tion. With this / strange
vir||tue,
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He | hath a heaven|ly gift | of proph|ecy,
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And sund|ry bles|sings hang | about | his throne,
,
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That speak | him full | of grace.
MACDUFF
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See who | comes here.
MALCOLM
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My count|ryman:| but yet | I know | him not.
MACDUFF
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My ev|er-gentle | cousin,| welcome | hither.
MALCOLM
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I know | him now.| Good God, betimes | remove
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The means | that makes | us strang|ers.
ROSS
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Sir,| amen.
MACDUFF
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Stands Scot/land where | it did?
ROSS
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Alas | poor* coun||try,
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Al|most afraid | to know | itself.| It can||not
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Be called | our moth|er, but | our grave;| where
noth||ing
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But who | knows^noth|ing, is / once seen | to
smile:
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Where* sighs,| and groans,| and shrieks | that
rend | the air
,
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Are made,| not* marked:| where vi|olent sor|row
seems
,
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A mod|ern ecs|tasy:| the dead man's knell,
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Is there scarce asked | for who,| and good men's
lives
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Expire | before | the flo|wers in | their caps,
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Dying,| or ere | they sicken. \\
MACDUFF
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Oh re|lation;| too nice,| and yet too true.
MALCOLM
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What's the | newest | grief? \\
ROSS
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That of | an hour's | age, doth^|hiss the |
speaker,
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Each^min|ute teems | a new | one.
MACDUFF
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How | does my wife?
ROSS
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Why well.
MACDUFF
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And all | my child|ren?
ROSS
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Well | too.
MACDUFF
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The tyr|ant has / not bat|tered at | their peace?
ROSS
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No, they | were well | at peace,| when I | did
leave ||'em.
MACDUFF
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Be not | a nig|gard of | your speech:| how goes
it?
ROSS
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When I | came^hith|er to trans|port the |
tidings
,
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Which I | have heav|ily borne,| there ran | a
rum||or
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Of ma|ny worth|y fel|lows, that | were out,
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Which was | to my | belief | witnessed the |
rather,
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For that | I saw | the tyr|ant's power | a-foot.
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Now is the | time of | help: your | eye in | Scotland
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Would cre/ate sol|diers, make | our wom|en fight,
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To doff | their dire | distres|ses.
MALCOLM
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Be it | their com||fort
,
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We | are com|ing thith|er: gra|cious Eng||land
hath
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Lent | us good Si|ward, and / ten thous|and men,
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An old|er, and | a bet|ter sol|dier, none
,
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That Christ|endom | gives^out.
ROSS
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Would I could | answer
,
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This com|fort with | the like.| But I | have
words
,
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That would | be howled | out in | the de|sert air,
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Where hear|ing should not | latch them.
MACDUFF
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What con|cern they,
,
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The gene|ral cause,| or is | it a / fee-grief
,
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Due to | some sing|le breast?
ROSS
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No mind | that's hon||est
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But in | it shares | some^woe,| though the / main
part
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Pertains | to you | alone.
MACDUFF
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If it | be mine
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Keep it not from | me, quick|ly let | me have
it.
ROSS
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Let not your | ears de|spise my | tongue for | ever,
,
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Which shall | possess | them with | the heav|iest
sound
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That ev|er yet | they heard.
MACDUFF
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Hum: I | guess at it.
ROSS
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Your cas|tle is | surprised:| your wife,| and
babes
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Savagely | slaughtered:| to re|late the |
manner
,
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Were on | the quar|ry of | these murd|ered deer
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To add | the death | of you.
MALCOLM
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Merci|ful heaven:
,
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What man,| nere pull | your hat | upon | your
brows:
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Give^sor|row words;| the grief | that does | not speak,
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Whispers the | ore-fraught heart,| and bids | it
break.
MACDUFF
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My child|ren too? \\
ROSS
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Wife, children, servants, all that could be found. ????
MACDUFF
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And I | must be | from thence?| My wife killed too?
ROSS
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I have | said.
MALCOLM
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Be | comforted. \\
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Let's make us med|icines of | our great |
revenge,
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To cure | this dead|ly grief. \\
MACDUFF
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He has | no* child|ren. All | my pret|ty ones?
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Did^you | say^all?| O hell-kite!| All?
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What,| all my | pretty | chickens,| and their ||
dam
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At | one fell swoop? \\
MALCOLM
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Dispute | it like | a man.
MACDUFF
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I shall | do so:
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But I | must al|so feel | it as | a man;
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I can|not but | remem|ber such | things^were
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That were / most pre|cious to me:| did heaven |
look^on,
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And would / not take | their part?| Sinful | Macduff,
,
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They were / all struck | for thee:| naught that |
I am,
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Not for | their own | demer|its, but | for mine
,
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Fell* slaugh|ter on their / souls: heav|en rest |
them now.
MALCOLM
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Be this | the whet|stone of | your sword,| let
grief
,
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Convert | to anger:| blunt not the heart,| enrage it.
MACDUFF
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O I | could play | the wom|an with | mine^eyes,
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And brag|gart with | my tongue.| But gent|le
heavens,
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Cut^short | all^int|ermis|sion: front | to front,
,
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Bring thou | this fiend | of Scot|land, and |
myself
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Within | my sword's | length set / him, if | he 'scape
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Heaven for|give him | too.
MALCOLM
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This | tune goes^|manly:
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Come go / we to the | king, our | power is |
ready,
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Our lack | is noth|ing but | our leave.| Macbeth
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Is ripe | for shak|ing, and | the powers | above
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Put on their | instruments:| receive | what cheer
| you may,
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The night | is long,| that nev|er finds | the
day.
[Exeunt]