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Macbeth

Act IV, Scene 3

England. Before the King's palace.
 
MALCOLM
       T   .   T   T          ,   2      ,           ,
      Let us seek out | some de|solate shade,| and there
        T   .   T   T       ,
      Weep our sad bo|soms em|pty.
 
MACDUFF
                                        x      ,
                                     Let us | rather
        T    T   .   T        ,      .    T    T   T
      Hold fast the mor|tal sword:| and like good men,
           ,           ,         ,          ,           ,
5     Bestride | our down|fall birth|dom: each | new* morn,
           ,        ,         ,        ,         ,       ->
      New wi|dows howl,| new or|phans cry,| new sor||rows
         ,        x              ,          ,        ,
      Strike | heaven on | the face,| that it | resounds
          ,        ,           ,                 ,    ,
      As if | it felt | with Scot|land, and / yelled out
            ,    3  3    ,
      Like syl|lable of do|lour.
 
MALCOLM
                                   ,     2    ,            ,
10                               What | I believe,| I'll wail;
             ,        ,           ,       ,        ,
      What know,| believe;| and what | I can | redress,
         ,           ,          ,          ,         ,
      As I | shall find | the time | to friend,| I will.
            ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      What you | have spoke,| it may | be so | perchance.
            ,                 ,    ,      ,               ,
      This ty|rant, whose / sole name | blisters | our tongues,
            ,             ,        ,           ,           ,
15    Was once | thought^ho|nest: you | have loved | him well.
           ,           ,           ,     2     ,           ,        2->
      He hath | not touched | you yet.| I am young,| but some||thing
           ,        ,         ,             ,        ,      2->
      You may | deserve | of him | through me,| and wis||dom
          ,      ,   .   T    T   T   2      ,
      To of|fer up | a weak poor in|nocent lamb
        2    ,         ,      ,
      To appease | an an|gry god.
 
MACDUFF
                                  ,   2        ,    2
20                                I am not | treacherous.
 
MALCOLM
                ,   ,
      But Mac/beth is.  (pickup way down below)
          ,         ,    2    ,       ,        ,
      A good | and vir|tuous na|ture may | recoil
        3  3   ,   2     ,      ,   2          ,           ,
      In an impe|rial charge.| But I shall | crave your | pardon:
        ,               ,           ,          ,          ,
      That which | you are,| my thoughts | cannot | transpose;
       ,              ,       ,                    ,         ,
25    Angels | are bright | still, though | the bright|est fell.
              ,             ,            ,          ,          ,
      Though all | things^foul | would wear | the brows | of grace,
            ,            ,           ,
      Yet grace | must still | look so.
 
MACDUFF
                                        2       ,         ,
                                       I have lost | my hopes.
 
MALCOLM
            ,       2    ,           ,         ,          ,
      Perchance | even there | where I | did find | my doubts.
           ,         ,         ,          ,          ,
30    Why in | that raw|ness left | you wife | and child,
             ,         ,                   ,     ,          ,
      Those pre|cious mo|tives, those / strong knots | of love,
           ,      ,    ,             ,
      Without | leave-ta/king. I | pray you,
      <-     ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
        Let not || my jea|lousies,| be your | disho|nors,
      <- ,           ,      ,         ,     2       ,         ,
        But || mine^own | safeties:| you may be | rightly | just,
          ,     ,           ,
35    Whate|ver I | shall think.
 
MACDUFF
        T      T     T      ,
      Bleed, bleed poor | country,   (tri with prev)
        ,      ,  2      ,              ,       ,
      Great | tyranny,| lay thou | thy ba|sis sure,
            ,         ,          ,             ,        2       ,
      For good|ness dare | not check | thee: wear | thou thy wrongs,
           ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
      The ti|tle, is | affeared.| Fare thee | well lord,
          ,          ,        ,         ,            ,
40    I would | not be | the vil|lain that | thou thinkst,
                  ,     ,             ,        ,          ,
      For the / whole space | that's in | the ty|rant's grasp,
         2      ,      ,         ,
      And the rich | East to | boot.
 
MALCOLM
                                          ,      ,
                                    Be | not of|fended:
          ,      ,           ,   2      ,        ,
      I speak | not as | in ab|solute fear | of you.
          ,           ,        ,         ,           ,
45    I think | our coun|try sinks | beneath | the yoke;
           ,           ,      .    T   T   T        ,
      It weeps,| it bleeds,| and each new day | a gash
          ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
      Is ad|ded to | her wounds:| I think | withal
              ,          ,        ,       ,        ,
      There would | be hands | uplif|ted in | my right,
            ,          ,         ,         ,       ,     2->
      And here | from gra|cious Eng|land have | I of||fer
           ,       ,          ,     T   T    T
50    Of good|ly thou|sands. But | for all this,
           ,           ,       ,         ,          ,
      When I | shall tread | upon | the ty|rant's head,
           ,        ,        ,        2     ,      ,
      Or wear | it on | my sword,| yet my poor | country
              ,      ,   ,                ,        ,
      Shall have | more vi/ces than | it had | before,
        ,   ,     2            ,         ,         ,
      More suf/fer and more*| sundry | ways than | ever,
          ,           ,          ,
55    By him | that shall | succeed.
 
MACDUFF
                                             ,         ,
                                     What should | he be?
 
MALCOLM
          ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      It is | myself | I mean:| in whom | I know
       ,     2     ,     ,         ,         ,
      All the par|ticu|lars of | vice so | grafted,
             ,           ,        ,          ,          ,
      That when | they shall | be o|pened, black | Macbeth
             ,         ,         ,                ,    ,
60    Will seem | as pure | as snow,| and the / poor state
         ,          ,       ,     ,           ,
      Esteem | him as | a lamb,| being | compared
            ,        ,         ,
      With my | confine|less harms.
 
MACDUFF
                                    ,    2       ,
                                   Not in the | legions
          ,        ,          ,        x             ,
      Of hor|rid hell | can come | a devil | more damned
         ,     2    ,         ,
65    In e|vils to top | Macbeth.
 
MALCOLM
                                         x        ,
                                  I grant him | bloody,
         ,   2    ,    ,          ,         ,      ->
      Luxu|rious, a|vari|cious, false,| deceit||ful,
       ,      2   ,          ,      2    ,      ,
      Sud|den, mali|cious, smack|ing of ev|ery sin
            ,        ,       2         ,    ,         ,
      That has | a name.| But there's no | bottom,| none
      <-       ,      ,  2     ,            ,             ,
70      In || my vol|uptuous|ness: your | wives, your | daughters,
            ,        ,           ,            ,          ,
      Your ma|trons and | your maids,| could not | fill^up
           ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      The cis|tern of | my lust,| and my | desire
           ,      ,       ,   2       ,          ,
      All con|tinent | impe|diments would | orebear
            ,        ,         ,     ,            ,
      That did | oppose | my will:| better | Macbeth
             ,       ,         ,
75    Than such | a one | to reign.
 
MACDUFF
                                      ,      2    ,   2
                                    Boundless in|temperance
          ,       ,      ,    2    ,          ,
      In na|ture is | a ty|ranny; it | hath been
         2    ,      ,     ,      2     ,        ,
      The untime|ly emp|tying | of the hap|py throne
            ,        ,      ,           ,         ,
      And fall | of ma|ny kings.| But fear | not yet
           ,      ,          ,         ,          ,
80    To take | upon | you what | is yours:| you may
          ,           ,    ,     2     ,           ,
      Convey | your plea|sures in a | spacious | plenty,
           ,           ,          ,       2     ,     ,
      And yet | seem cold.| The time | you may so | hoodwink.
        2      ,         ,        ,            ,       ,
      We have wil|ling dames | enough:| there can|not be
            ,        ,    ,     2     ,        ,
      That vul|ture in | you, to de|vour so | many
           ,         ,         ,     ,           ,
85    As will | to great|ness de|dicate | themselves,
       ,            ,        ,
      Finding | it so | inclined.
 
MALCOLM
                                         ,            ,
                                  With this | there grows
                ,   ,        ,        ,         ,
      In my / most ill-|composed | affec|tion such
           ,        ,     ,           ,        ,
      A stanch|less a|varice,| that were | I king,
           ,          ,         ,       ,            ,
90    I should | cut^off | the no|bles for | their lands,
          ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      Desire | his je|wels and | this o|ther's house:
                 ,   ,        ,         ,       ,
      And my / more-ha|ving would | be as | a sauce
           ,        ,        ,         ,            ,
      To make | me hun|ger more,| that I | should forge
       ,      2     ,       ,           ,         ,
      Quarrels un|just a|gainst the | good and | loyal,
          ,         ,           ,
95    Destroy|ing them | for wealth.
 
MACDUFF
                                          ,     ,
                                     This a|varice
         T    T  .     T            ,        ,         ,
      Sticks deeper, grows | with more | perni|cious root
            ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      Than sum|mer-see|ming lust:| and it | hath been
            ,                ,     ,          ,         ,
      The sword | of our / slain kings:| yet do | not fear,
        ,              ,               ,   ,          ,
100   Scotland | hath foi|sons, to / fill up | your will
                  ,   ,     ,               ,     ,
      Of your / mere own.| All these | are por|table,
           ,       ,         ,
      With o|ther gra|ces weighed.  (picked up, finally)
 
MALCOLM
         2    ,      ,           ,      ,        ,
      But I have | none. the | king-be|coming | graces,
          ,         ,   2    ,     2      ,       ,
      As jus|tice, ver|ity, tem|perance, sta|bleness,
        ,          ,   2       ,       ,      ,
105   Bounty,| persev|erance, mer|cy, low|liness,
         ,        ,          ,         ,      ,
      Devo|tion, pa|tience, cou|rage, for|titude,
          ,        ,       ,          ,       ,
      I have | no re|lish of | them, but | abound
       ,          ,             ,   ,   2     ,
      In the | divi|sion of / each se|veral crime,
       ,    2      ,       T    T     .  T     x     2
      Acting it | many | ways. Nay,| had I | power, I should
        T   .    T     T        ,    T   Tx    T
110   Pour the sweet milk | of con|cord into hell,
          ,        ,    ,        ,          ,
      Uproar | the u|niver|sal peace,| confound
          ,    ,        ,
      All u|nity | on earth.
 
MACDUFF
                                 ,          ,        ->
                             O Scot|land, Scot||land.
 
MALCOLM
       ,       2   ,        ,        ,         ,
      If | such a one | be fit | to go|vern, speak:
         ,     3 3      ,
115   I am | as I have spo|ken.
 
MACDUFF
                                 ,        ,
                                Fit | to go|vern?
      <- ,     ,         ,        ,        ,      ,
        No,|| not to | live. O | nation | miser|able,
          2    ,  ,        ,         ,       ,
      With an un|titled | tyrant | bloody-|sceptered,
             ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      When shalt | thou see | thy whole|some days | again,
              ,         ,       ,      ,          ,
120   Since that | the tru|est is|sue of | thy throne
          ,         ,     ,          ,          ,
      By his | own in|terdic|tion stands | accursed,
            ,          ,           ,          ,      ,       ->
      And does | blaspheme | his breed?| Thy roy|al fa||ther
         2      ,    ,        ,          ,            ,         ->
      Was a / most sain|ted king:| the queen | that bore || thee,
       ,   3  3  ,          ,           ,         ,
      Of|tener upon | her knees | than on | her feet,
        ,          ,          ,       T    T    T
125   Died e|very day | she lived.| Fare thee well,
            ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      These e|vils thou | repeatst | upon | thyself
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Have ban|ished me | from Scot|land. O | my breast,
            ,           ,
      Thy hope | ends^here.
 
MALCOLM
                                ,          ,      ,        ->
                           Macduff,| this no|ble pas||sion,
        ,       2   ,     ,          ,         ,
130   Child | of inte|grity,| hath from | my soul
        T    .    T     T         ,      ,            ,
      Wiped the black scru|ples, re|conciled | my thoughts
        2      ,      ,           ,       ,  2           ,
      To thy good | truth, and | honor.| Devilish | Macbeth,
          ,     ,            ,             ,         ,       ->
      By ma|ny of | these trains,| hath sought | to win || me
       ,   2      x          ,       ,         ,        2->
      In|to his power,| and mo|dest wis|dom plucks || me
           ,      ,    2      ,          ,       ,
135   From o|ver-cre|dulous haste:| but God | above
        ,             ,         ,       ,      ,
      Deal be|tween thee | and me;| for e|ven now
         ,        ,        ,       ,         ,
      I put | myself | to thy | direc|tion, and
          ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      Unspeak | mine own | detrac|tion. Here | abjure
             ,            ,         ,      ,        ,
      The taints,| and blames | I laid | upon | myself,
            ,         ,       ,       ,       ,
140   For stran|gers to | my na|ture. I | am yet
          ,         ,       ,      ,         ,
      Unknown | to wo|man, ne|ver was | forsworn,
        ,              ,    ,          ,          ,
      Scarcely | have co|veted | what was | mine own.
          ,          ,          ,            ,        ,
      At no | time broke | my faith,| would not | betray
           ,      ,        ,       ,        ,
      The de|vil to | his fel|low and | delight
       ,     2       ,            ,          T     T     T       2->
145   No less in | truth than | life: my | first false spea||king
            ,      ,        ,        2   ,    ,
      Was this | upon | myself:| what I am | truly,
           ,                ,    ,         ,        ,
      Is thine | and my / poor coun|try's to | command:
        ,           ,        ,           ,         ,
      Whither | indeed,| before | they here | approach,
           ,              ,    ,        ,        ,
      Old Si|ward with / ten thou|sand war|like men,
         ,      ,       ,          ,         ,
150   Alrea|dy at | a point,| was set|ting forth:
       ,       2    ,        ,           ,          ,
      Now we'll to|gether,| and the | chance of | goodness
           ,         ,     2       x      ,     2       ,
      Be like | our war|ranted quarrel.| Why are you | silent?
 
MACDUFF
            ,               , ,          ,          ,
      Such^wel|come, and / unwel|come things | at once
             ,        ,      ,
      'Tis hard | to re|concile.
 
[Enter a Doctor]
 
MALCOLM
       
155   Well, more anon. Comes the king forth I pray you?  ????
 
DOCTOR
       ,               ,        ,         ,         ,
      Aye sir:| there are | a crew | of wret|ched souls
             ,          ,           ,    ,       ,      2->
      That stay | his cure:| their ma|lady | convin||ces
            ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      The great | assay | of art.| But at | his touch,
             ,     ,         ,        x           ,
      Such sanc|tity | hath hea|ven given | his hand,
            ,       ,      ,
160   They pre|sently | amend.
 
MALCOLM
                                    ,         ,       ->
                               I thank | you doc||tor.
 
[Exit Doctor]
 
MACDUFF
        ,         2    ,           ,
      What's | the disease | he means?
 
MALCOLM
                                              ,           x
                                      'Tis called | the evil:
          ,       ,   2      ,                ,    ,
      A most | mira|culous work | in this / good king,
             ,       ,          ,        ,        ,       3->
165   Which of|ten since | my here | remain | in Eng||land,
       3       ,         ,    ,          ,         x
      I have seen | him do:| how he | soli|cits heaven
           ,           ,            ,        ,   2    ,      2->
      Himself | best^knows:| but strange|ly-vi|sited peo||ple
            ,     2     ,   2      ,   2    ,        ,
      All swol|len and ul|cerous, pi|tiful to | the eye,
            ,        ,         ,     ,        ,
      The mere | despair | of sur|gery,| he cures,
       ,           ,        ,        ,            ,
170   Hanging | a gol|den stamp | about | their necks,
           ,         ,       ,       ,          ,
      Put^on | with ho|ly prayers,| and 'tis | spoken
       ,           ,        ,     ,         ,
      To the | succee|ding roy|alty | he leaves
           ,        ,    ,            2          ,     ,      ->
      The hea|ling be|nedic|tion. With this / strange vir||tue,
       ,       2     x        ,        ,      ,
      He | hath a heaven|ly gift | of pro|phecy,
           ,        ,          ,       ,           ,
175   And sun|dry bles|sings hang | about | his throne,
             ,           ,         ,
      That speak | him full | of grace.
 
MACDUFF
                                        ,          ,
                                       See who | comes here.
 
MALCOLM
           ,      ,         ,        ,         ,
      My coun|tryman:| but yet | I know | him not.
 
MACDUFF
         ,      ,       ,        ,        ,      2->
      My e|ver-gen|tle cou|sin, wel|come hi||ther.
 
MALCOLM
          ,         ,      T   T    .  T         ,
180   I know | him now.| Good God, betimes | remove
            ,            ,          ,
      The means | that makes | us stran|gers!
 
ROSS
                                               ,      ,
                                              Sir,| amen.
 
MACDUFF
         ,     ,                   ,
      Stands Scot/land where | it did?
 
ROSS
                                         ,            ,      ->
                                       Alas,| poor* coun||try,
       ,     2   ,          ,        ,        ,      2->
185   Al|most afraid | to know | itself.| It can||not
            ,          ,        ,          ,            ,       2->
      Be called | our mo|ther, but | our grave;| where no||thing
           ,           ,         ,     T    T   .   T
      But who | knows no|thing, is | once seen to smile;
              ,            ,            ,             ,         ,
      Where sighs,| and groans,| and shrieks | that rend | the air
            ,           ,            ,   2    ,        ,
      Are made,| not marked:| where vi|olent sor|row seems
         ,       ,     ,    .    T    T     T
190   A mo|dern ec|stasy;| the dead man's knell
           ,              ,         ,     .    T    T     T
      Is there | scarce^asked |for who,| and good men's lives
          ,        ,         ,        ,           ,
      Expire | before | the flo|wers in | their caps,
       ,          ,            x
      Dying | or ere | they sicken.
 
MACDUFF
                                     ,      ,
                                     Oh re|lation;
            ,         ,          ,
195   Too nice,| and yet | too true.
 
MALCOLM
                                           2     ,        ,
                                     What's the ne|west grief?
 
ROSS
        ,            ,       ,           ,          ,
      That of | an hour's | age doth | hiss the | speaker,
            ,        ,        ,
      Each^mi|nute teems | a new | one.
 
MACDUFF
                                         ,        2     ,
                                        How | does my wife?
 
ROSS
            ,
      Why well.
 
MACDUFF
                    ,         ,
200            And all | my chil|dren?
 
ROSS
                                         ,    ___
                                       Well | too.
 
MACDUFF
           ,             ,   ,         ,           ,
      The ty|rant has / not bat|tered at | their peace?
 
ROSS
       ,                ,         ,          ,         ,         ->
      No, they | were well | at peace,| when I | did leave ||'em.
 
MACDUFF
          ,       ,        ,           ,             x
      Be not | a nig|gard of | your speech:| how goes it?
 
ROSS
           ,         ,     2     ,     ,         ,
205   When I | came hi|ther to trans|port the | tidings,
            ,         ,    2    ,            ,       ,      2->
      Which I | have hea|vily borne,| there ran | a ru||mour
          ,     ,       ,         ,          ,
      Of ma|ny wor|thy fel|lows that | were out;
             ,        ,       ,     ,       2       ,
      Which was | to my | belief | witnessed the | rather,
            ,       ,         ,          x         ,
      For that | I saw | the ty|rant's power | a-foot:
       ,    2        ,         ,           ,         ,
210   Now is the | time of | help: your | eye in | Scotland
                 ,   ,           ,         ,       ,
      Would cre/ate sol|diers, make | our wo|men fight,
           ,            ,         ,
      To doff | their dire | distres|ses.
 
MALCOLM
                                           x            ,       ->
                                         Be it | their com||fort
       ,        ,       ,         ,         ,       2    ->
      We | are co|ming thi|ther: gra|cious Eng||land hath
        ,      2      ,             ,    ,        ,
215   Lent | us good Si|ward and / ten thou|sand men,
          ,       ,       ,       ,          ,
      An ol|der, and | a bet|ter sol|dier, none
             ,       ,           ,
      That Chris|tendom | gives^out.
 
ROSS
                                       ,    2         ,
                                     Would I could | answer
            ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      This com|fort with | the like.| But I | have words
             ,           ,      ,            ,       ,
220   That would | be howled | out in | the de|sert air,
             ,      2        ,      ,
      Where hea|ring should not | latch them.
 
MACDUFF
                                               ,        ,
                                             What con|cern they,
           ,   2     ,         ,           ,    ,
      The gen|eral cause,| or is | it a / fee-grief
       ,             ,         ,
      Due to | some sin|gle breast?
 
ROSS
                                         ,            ,      ->
225                                 No mind | that's ho||nest
           ,         ,           ,                   ,    ,
      But in | it shares | some woe,| though the / main part
           ,         ,       ,
      Pertains | to you | alone.
 
MACDUFF
                                     ,        ,
                                 If it | be mine,
        ,             ,          ,       ,           x
      Keep it | not from | me, quick|ly let | me have it.
 
ROSS
       ,     2         ,       ,           ,         ,
230   Let not your | ears de|spise my | tongue for | ever,
              ,          ,           ,         ,    2     ,
      Which shall | possess | them with | the hea|viest sound
           ,      ,           ,
      That e|ver yet | they heard.
 
MACDUFF
                                    ,         ,     2
                                   Hum: I | guess at it.
 
ROSS
            ,       ,         ,            ,          ,
      Your cas|tle is | surprised:| your wife,| and babes
       ,    2      ,            ,      ,         ,
235   Savagely | slaughtered:| to re|late the | manner,
        ,             ,      ,          ,          ,
      Were on | the quar|ry of | these mur|dered deer,
          ,          ,         ,
      To add | the death | of you.
 
MALCOLM
                                    ,           x
                                   Merci|ful heaven:
        ,               ,          ,      ,           ,
      What man,| nere pull | your hat | upon | your brows:
            ,        ,           ,            ,          ,
240   Give^sor|row words:| the grief | that does | not speak
       ,      2       T     T      T           ,         ,
      Whispers the | ore-fraught heart | and bids | it break.
 
MACDUFF
           ,        ,
      My chil|dren too?
 
ROSS
                          __      ,          ,          , ->
                         Wife,| children,| servants,|| all
               ,          ,
      That | could be | found.
 
MACDUFF
                                    ,         ,            ,   ->
245                           And | I must | be from || thence?
             T     T    T
      My | wife killed too?
 
ROSS
                            ,         __
                            I have | said.
 
MALCOLM
          ,      ,
      Be com|forted.  (pickup)
              ,        ,   2      ,         ,         ,
      Let's make | us med|icines of | our great | revenge,
           ,           ,       ,
250   To cure | this dead|ly grief.  (picked up)
 
MACDUFF
          ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      He has | no chil|dren. All | my pret|ty ones?
           ,         ,    T   T    T    ___
      Did you | say all?| O hell-kite!| All?
       __     ,         ,        ,         ,            ,  ->
      What,| all my | pretty | chickens,| and their || dam
            T    T     T
      At | one fell swoop?   \\
 
MALCOLM
           ,         ,       ,
255   Dispute | it like | a man.
 
MACDUFF
                                 ,          ,
                                 I shall | do so:
          ,         ,      ,        ,      ,
      But I | must al|so feel | it as | a man;
         ,       ,       ,        ,             ,
      I can|not but | remem|ber such | things were
                    ,    ,      2    ,          x           ,
      That were / most pre|cious to me:| did heaven | look^on,
            ,           ,            ,     ,            ,
260   And would | not take | their part?| Sinful | Macduff,
                   ,     ,           ,       ,             ,
      They were / all struck | for thee:| naught that | I am,
       ,               ,       ,        ,          ,
      Not for | their own | deme|rits, but | for mine
              ,         2          ,     ,        ,          ,
      Fell slaugh|ter on their / souls: hea|ven rest | them now.
 
MALCOLM
       ,              ,    ,               ,           ,
      Be this | the whet|stone of | your sword,| let grief
          ,         ,        ,        2      ,           x
265   Convert | to an|ger: blunt | not the heart,| enrage it.
 
MACDUFF
      ,             ,         ,       ,           ,
      O I | could play | the wo|man with | mine^eyes
            ,         ,          ,          ,         x
      And brag|gart with | my tongue.| But gen|tle heavens,
            ,          ,     ,          ,          ,
      Cut^short | all in|termis|sion: front | to front,
        ,                 ,          ,         ,        ,
      Bring thou | this fiend | of Scot|land, and | myself
          ,          ,         ,    ,                    ,
270   Within | my sword's | length set / him, if | he 'scape
         x         ,         ,
      Heaven for|give him | too.
 
MALCOLM
                                         ,          ,
                                This | tune goes | manly.
        ,   ,        2        ,           x         ,
      Come go / we to the | king, our | power is | ready,
            ,        ,        ,          ,          ,
      Our lack | is no|thing but | our leave.| Macbeth
           ,         ,         ,           x        ,
275   Is ripe | for sha|king, and | the powers | above
       ,    2         ,    2           ,            ,          ,
      Put on their | instruments:| receive | what cheer | you may,
            ,          ,          ,       ,          ,
      The night | is long,| that ne|ver finds | the day.
 
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