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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 des|olate shade,| and there
        T   .   T   T       ,
      Weep our sad bos|oms em|pty.
 
MACDUFF
                                        x      ,
                                     Let us | rather
        T    T   .   T        ,      .    T    T   T
      Hold fast the mort|al sword:| and like good men,
           ,           ,          ,          ,           ,
      Bestride | our down|fall* birth|dom: each | new* morn,
           ,        ,          ,       ,         ,       ->
      New wid|ows howl,| new orph|ans 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 dol|or.
 
MALCOLM
                                   ,     2    ,            ,
                                 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 tyr|ant, whose / sole name | blisters | our tongues,
            ,             ,        ,           ,           ,
      Was once | thought^hon|est: 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 ang|ry god.
 
MACDUFF
                                  ,   2        ,    2
                                  I am not | treacherous.
 
MALCOLM
                ,   ,
      But Mac/beth is.  \\
          ,         ,    2    ,       ,        ,
      A good | and vir|tuous na|ture may | recoil
        3  3   ,   2     ,      ,   2          ,           ,
      In an imper|ial charge.| But I shall | crave your | pardon:
        ,              ,           ,          ,          ,
      That which^|you are,| my thoughts | cannot | transpose;
       ,              ,       ,                    ,         ,
      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.
           ,         ,         ,          ,          ,
      Why in | that raw|ness left | you wife,| and child,
             ,         ,                  ,     ,          ,
      Those pre|cious mot|ives, those^/strong knots | of love,
           ,      ,    ,             ,
      Without | leave-tak/ing. I | pray you,
      <-     ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
        Let not || my jeal|ousies,| be your | dishon|ors,
      <- ,           ,      ,         ,     2       ,         ,
        But || mine^own | safeties:| you may be | rightly | just,
          ,     ,           ,
      Whatev|er I | shall think.
 
MACDUFF
        T      T     T      ,
      Bleed, bleed poor | country,   (tri with prev)
        ,    ,          ,              ,       ,
      Great tyr/anny,| lay thou | thy bas|is sure,
            ,         ,          ,             ,        2       ,
      For good|ness dare | not check | thee: wear | thou thy wrongs,
           ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
      The tit|le, is | affeared.| Fare thee | well lord,
          ,          ,        ,         ,            ,
      I would | not be | the vil|lain that | thou thinkst,
                  ,     ,             ,        ,          ,
      For the / whole space | that's in | the tyr|ant's grasp,
         2      ,      ,         ,
      And the rich | East to | boot.
 
MALCOLM
                                          ,      ,
                                    Be | not of|fended:
          ,      ,           ,   2      ,        ,
      I speak | not as | in abs|olute fear | of you:
          ,           ,        ,         ,           ,
      I think | our count|ry 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 | uplift|ed in | my right,
            ,          ,         ,         ,        x
      And here | from gra|cious Eng|land have | I offer
           ,       ,          ,     T   T    T
      Of good|ly thous|ands. But | for all this,
           ,           ,       ,         ,          ,
      When I | shall tread | upon | the tyr|ant's head,
           ,        ,        ,        2     ,      ,
      Or wear | it on | my sword;| yet my poor | country
              ,      ,   ,                ,        ,
      Shall have | more vic/es than | it had | before,
        ,     x                 ,         ,         ,
      More suffer / and more*| sundry | ways than | ever,
          ,           ,          ,
      By him | that shall | succeed.
 
MACDUFF
                                             ,         ,
                                     What should | he be?
 
MALCOLM
          ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      It is | myself | I mean:| in whom | I know
       ,     2     ,     ,         ,         ,
      All the part|icu|lars of | vice so | grafted,
             ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      That when | they shall | be op|ened, black | Macbeth
             ,         ,         ,                ,    ,
      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
           x         ,         ,
      In evils,| to top | Macbeth.
 
MALCOLM
                                         x        ,
                                  I grant him | bloody,
         ,   2     ,   ,          ,         ,      ->
      Luxur|ious, av|ari|cious, false,| deceit||ful,
         x        ,          ,      2    ,      ,
      Sudden,| mali|cious, smack|ing of eve|ry sin
            ,        ,       2         ,    ,         ,
      That has | a name.| But there's no | bottom,| none
      <-       ,     ,   2     ,            ,             ,
        In || my vo|luptuous|ness: your | wives, your | daughters,
            ,         ,           ,            ,          ,
      Your mat|rons, and | your maids,| could^not | fill^up
            ,       ,        ,         ,       ,
      The cist|ern of | my lust,| and my | desire
           ,      ,       ,   2       ,          ,
      All cont|inent | imped|iments would | orebear
            ,        ,         ,     ,            ,
      That did | oppose | my will.| better | Macbeth,
             ,       ,         ,
      Than such | a one | to reign.
 
MACDUFF
                                      ,      2    ,   2
                                    Boundless in|temperance
          ,       ,      ,     ,     2       ,
      In na|ture is | a tyr|anny:| 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
           ,      ,          ,         ,          ,
      To take | upon | you what | is yours:| you may
          ,      ,    ,          2     ,           ,
      Convey | your pleas/ures in a | spacious | plenty,
       .   T    T    T          ,       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
           ,         ,         ,     ,           ,
      As will | to great|ness ded|icate | themselves,
       ,            ,        ,
      Finding | it so | inclined.
 
MALCOLM
                                         ,             ,
                                  With this | there* grows
                ,   ,        ,        ,          ,
      In my / most ill-|composed | affec|tion, such
           ,         ,    ,           ,        ,
      A stanch|less av|arice,| that were | I king,
           ,          ,         ,       ,            ,
      I should | cut^off | the nob|les for | their lands,
          ,     T    Tx     T          ,         ,
      Desire | his jewels, and | this oth|er's house,
                 ,   ,         ,         ,       ,
      And my / more-hav|ing, 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,
          ,         ,           ,
      Destroy|ing them | for wealth.
 
MACDUFF
                                           ,    ,
                                     This av|arice
         T    T  .     T            ,        ,         ,
      Sticks deeper: grows | with more | perni|cious root
            ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      Than sum|mer-seem|ing lust:| and it | hath been
            ,                ,     ,          ,         ,
      The sword | of our / slain kings:| yet do | not fear,
        ,               ,              ,   ,          ,
      Scotland | hath fois|ons, to / fill up | your will
                  ,   ,     ,               ,     ,
      Of your / mere own.| All these | are por|table,
            ,      ,         ,
      With oth|er gra|ces weighed.  \\
 
MALCOLM
         2    ,      ,           ,      ,        ,
      But I have | none. the | king-be|coming | graces,
           ,        ,   2     ,    2       ,      ,
      As just|ice, ver|ity, temp|erance, stab|leness,
       ,           ,   2       ,       ,      ,
      Bounty,| persev|erance, mer|cy, low|liness,
         ,        ,          ,          ,     ,
      Devo|tion, pa|tience, cour|age, fort|itude,
          ,     ,  ,             ,           ,
      I have | no rel/ish of | them, but^|abound
       ,          ,             ,    ,        ,
      In the | divis|ion of / each seve|ral crime,
       ,    2      ,       T    T    .  T     x     2
      Acting it | many | ways. Nay, had^I | power, I should
        T   .    T     T        ,    T    Tx    T
      Pour the sweet milk | of con|cord, into hell,
          ,         ,    ,       ,          ,
      Uproar | the un|ivers|al peace,| confound
       ,   ,            ,
      All un/ity | on earth.
 
MACDUFF
                                 ,          ,        ->
                             O Scot|land, Scot||land.
 
MALCOLM
       ,       2   ,        ,        ,         ,
      If | such a one | be fit | to gov|ern, speak:
         ,      ,           x
      I am | as I | have spoken.
 
MACDUFF
      <- ,        ,            ,         ,       ,        ,     ,
        Fit to | govern?|| No not | to live.| O na|tion mise|rable,
          2    ,  ,        ,         ,       ,
      With an un|titled | tyrant,| bloody-|sceptered,
             ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      When shalt | thou see | thy whole|some days | again,
        ,               ,       ,      ,          ,
      Since that | the tru|est is|sue of | thy throne
          ,         ,     ,          ,          ,
      By his | own int|erdic|tion stands | accursed,
       .    T    T   T           ,          ,       ,      ->
      And does blaspheme | his breed?| Thy roy|al fath||er
         2      ,    ,        ,          ,            ,         ->
      Was a / most saint|ed king:| the queen | that bore || thee,
       ,   3  3  ,          ,           ,         ,
      Of|tener upon | her knees,| than on | her feet,
        T    Tx   T          ,       T    T    T
      Died every day | she lived.| Fare thee well,  ??
             ,       ,         ,       ,         ,
      These ev|ils thou | repeatst | upon | thyself,
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Have ban|ished me | from Scot|land. O | my breast,
            ,           ,
      Thy hope | ends^here.
 
MALCOLM
                                ,          ,      ,        ->
                           Macduff,| this nob|le pas||sion,
        ,       2   ,     ,          ,         ,
      Child | of integ|rity,| hath^from | my soul
        T    .    T     T         ,      ,            ,
      Wiped the black scru|ples, rec|onciled | 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 mod|est wis|dom plucks || me
            ,      ,    2     ,          ,       ,
      From ov|er-cred|ulous haste:| but God | above
        T   .  T     T         ,        ,     ,
      Deal between thee | and me;| for ev|en now
         ,        ,        ,       ,         ,
      I put | myself | to thy | direc|tion, and
          ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      Unspeak | mine^own | detrac|tion. Here | abjure
             ,            ,         ,      ,        ,
      The taints,| and blames | I laid | upon | myself,
            ,         ,       ,       ,       ,
      For strang|ers to | my na|ture. I | am yet
          ,         ,       ,      ,         ,
      Unknown | to wom|an, nev|er was | forsworn,
        ,              ,    ,          ,          ,
      Scarcely | have cov|eted | what^was | mine own.
       .  T   T    T          ,            ,        ,
      At no time broke | my faith,| would not | betray
           ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
      The dev|il to | his fel|low, and | delight
           ,       ,          ,        ,     ,     ,
      No less in truth than life. My first false speaking  ????
            ,      ,        ,        2   ,    ,
      Was this | upon | myself.| what I am | truly
           ,                ,    ,         ,        ,
      Is thine,| and my / poor count|ry's to | command:
        ,           ,        ,           ,         ,
      Whither | indeed,| before | they here | approach
           ,     2      ,      ,         T   T   T
      Old Si|ward with ten | thousand | warlike men
         ,      ,       ,          ,         ,
      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 rec|oncile.
 
[Enter a Doctor]
 
MALCOLM
        ,          ,     ,         ,    ,       ,
      Well, more anon. Comes the king forth I pray you?  ????
 
DOCTOR
       ,               ,        ,         ,         ,
      Aye sir:| there are | a crew | of wretch|ed souls
             ,          ,           ,    ,       ,      2->
      That stay | his cure:| their mal|ady | convin||ces
            ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      The great | assay | of art.| But at | his touch,
             ,     ,         ,        x           ,
      Such^sanc|tity | hath heav|en given | his hand,
            ,       ,      ,
      They pres|ently | 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 | mirac|ulous work | in this / good king,
             ,       ,          ,        ,        ,       3->
      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-vis|ited peo||ple
             x            ,         ,    ,      2     ,
      All swollen | and ulce|rous, pit|iful | to the eye,
            ,        ,         ,     ,        ,
      The mere | despair | of sur|gery,| he cures,
       ,           ,        ,        ,            ,
      Hanging | a gold|en stamp | about | their necks,
           ,         ,       ,       ,          ,
      Put^on | with ho|ly prayers,| and 'tis | spoken
       ,           ,        ,     ,         ,
      To the | succeed|ing roy|alty | he leaves
           ,        ,    ,            2          ,     ,      ->
      The heal|ing ben|edic|tion. With this / strange vir||tue,
       ,       2     x        ,         ,     ,
      He | hath a heaven|ly gift | of proph|ecy,
            ,       ,          ,       ,           ,
      And sund|ry bles|sings hang | about | his throne,
             ,           ,         ,
      That speak | him full | of grace.
 
MACDUFF
                                        ,          ,
                                       See who | comes here.
 
MALCOLM
           ,      ,         ,        ,         ,
      My count|ryman:| but yet | I know | him not.
 
MACDUFF
          ,       x       ,       ,          ,
      My ev|er-gentle | cousin,| welcome | hither.
 
MALCOLM
          ,         ,      T   T    .  T         ,
      I know | him now.| Good God, betimes | remove
            ,            ,          ,
      The means | that makes | us strang|ers.
 
ROSS
                                               ,      ,
                                              Sir,| amen.
 
MACDUFF
         ,     ,                   ,
      Stands Scot/land where | it did?
 
ROSS
                                         ,            ,      ->
                                       Alas | poor* coun||try,
       ,     2   ,          ,        ,        ,      2->
      Al|most afraid | to know | itself.| It can||not
            ,          ,        ,          ,             ,      2->
      Be called | our moth|er, but | our grave;| where noth||ing
           ,            ,              ,    ,         ,
      But who | knows^noth|ing, 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
      A mod|ern ecs|tasy:| the dead man's knell,
       .   T      T     T          ,     .    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
       ,     ,             ,     .   T   T    T
      Oh re|lation;| too nice,| and yet too true.
 
MALCOLM
        ,           ,        ___
      What's the | newest | grief?  \\
 
ROSS
        ,            ,       ,           ,          ,
      That of | an hour's | age, doth^|hiss the | speaker,
            ,        ,        ,
      Each^min|ute teems | a new | one.
 
MACDUFF
                                         ,        2     ,
                                        How | does my wife?
 
ROSS
            ,
      Why well.
 
MACDUFF
                    ,         ,
               And all | my child|ren?
 
ROSS
                                         ,    ___
                                       Well | too.
 
MACDUFF
           ,             ,   ,         ,           ,
      The tyr|ant 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     ,     ,         ,
      When I | came^hith|er to trans|port the | tidings
            ,         ,    2    ,            ,       ,      2->
      Which I | have heav|ily borne,| there ran | a rum||or
          ,      ,      ,          ,          ,
      Of ma|ny worth|y fel|lows, that | were out,
             ,        ,       ,     ,       2       ,
      Which was | to my | belief | witnessed the | rather,
            ,       ,         ,          x         ,
      For that | I saw | the tyr|ant's power | a-foot.
       ,    2        ,         ,           ,         ,
      Now is the | time of | help: your | eye in | Scotland
                 ,   ,           ,         ,       ,
      Would cre/ate sol|diers, make | our wom|en fight,
           ,            ,         ,
      To doff | their dire | distres|ses.
 
MALCOLM
                                           x            ,       ->
                                         Be it | their com||fort
       ,        ,        ,        ,         ,       2    ->
      We | are com|ing thith|er: gra|cious Eng||land hath
        ,      2      ,              ,    ,        ,
      Lent | us good Si|ward, and / ten thous|and men,
          ,       ,       ,       ,          ,
      An old|er, and | a bet|ter sol|dier, none
             ,       ,           ,
      That Christ|endom | gives^out.
 
ROSS
                                       ,    2         ,
                                     Would I could | answer
            ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      This com|fort with | the like.| But I | have words
             ,           ,      ,            ,       ,
      That would | be howled | out in | the de|sert air,
              ,     2        ,      ,
      Where hear|ing should not | latch them.
 
MACDUFF
                                               ,        ,
                                             What con|cern they,
            ,        ,         ,           ,    ,
      The gene|ral cause,| or is | it a / fee-grief
       ,             ,         ,
      Due to | some sing|le breast?
 
ROSS
                                         ,            ,      2->
                                    No mind | that's hon||est
           ,         ,           ,                   ,    ,
      But in | it shares | some^woe,| though the / main part
           ,         ,       ,
      Pertains | to you | alone.
 
MACDUFF
                                     ,        ,
                                 If it | be mine
        T   .  T    T          ,       ,           x
      Keep it not from | me, quick|ly let | me have it.
 
ROSS
       ,     2         ,       ,           ,         ,
      Let not your | ears de|spise my | tongue for | ever,
              ,          ,           ,         ,    2     ,
      Which shall | possess | them with | the heav|iest sound
           ,      ,           ,
      That ev|er yet | they heard.
 
MACDUFF
                                    ,         ,     2
                                   Hum: I | guess at it.
 
ROSS
            ,       ,         ,            ,          ,
      Your cas|tle is | surprised:| your wife,| and babes
       ,    2      ,            ,      ,         ,
      Savagely | slaughtered:| to re|late the | manner
        ,             ,      ,          ,          ,
      Were on | the quar|ry of | these murd|ered deer
          ,          ,         ,
      To add | the death | of you.
 
MALCOLM
                                    ,           x
                                   Merci|ful heaven:
        ,               ,          ,      ,           ,
      What man,| nere pull | your hat | upon | your brows:
            ,        ,           ,            ,          ,
      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 child|ren too?  \\
 
ROSS
        ,     ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.  ????
 
MACDUFF
          ,         ,           ,      .   T     T    T
      And I | must be | from thence?| My wife killed too?
 
ROSS
      ,          ,
      I have | said.
 
MALCOLM
                           ,
                     Be | comforted.  \\
         T    T   .  T    2     ,         ,         ,
      Let's make us med|icines of | our great | revenge,
           ,           ,       ,
      To cure | this dead|ly grief.  \\
 
MACDUFF
       ,             ,         ,         ,       ,
      He has | no* child|ren. 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
           ,         ,       ,
      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,
                   ,    ,            ,     ,            ,
      And would / not take | their part?| Sinful | Macduff,
                   ,     ,           ,       ,             ,
      They were / all struck | for thee:| naught that | I am,
       ,               ,       ,        ,          ,
      Not for | their own | demer|its, but | for mine
               ,         2          ,     ,        ,          ,
      Fell* slaugh|ter on their / souls: heav|en rest | them now.
 
MALCOLM
       ,              ,    ,               ,           ,
      Be this | the whet|stone of | your sword,| let grief
          ,          x       T    T   .    T           x
      Convert | to anger:| blunt not the heart,| enrage it.
 
MACDUFF
      ,             ,         ,       ,           ,
      O I | could play | the wom|an with | mine^eyes,
            ,         ,          ,          ,         x
      And brag|gart with | my tongue.| But gent|le heavens,
            ,          ,     ,          ,          ,
      Cut^short | all^int|ermis|sion: front | to front,
        ,                 ,          ,         ,        ,
      Bring thou | this fiend | of Scot|land, and | myself
          ,          ,         ,    ,                    ,
      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 noth|ing but | our leave.| Macbeth
           ,          ,        ,           x        ,
      Is ripe | for shak|ing, and | the powers | above
       ,    2         ,    2           ,            ,          ,
      Put on their | instruments:| receive | what cheer | you may,
            ,          ,          ,       ,          ,
      The night | is long,| that nev|er finds | the day.
 
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