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Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my
foul Wip'd the black scruples; reconcild my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous hafte; but God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to Y woman, never was ? forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in, truth than life. My first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine and my poor country's to command; Whither, indeed, before a thy here-approach, Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men, • All ready at a point, was setting forth. Now we 'll together, and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you filent?
Macd. Such welcome, and unwelcome things at once, 'Tis hard to reconcilę.
y The three latt fo's, R, P. and H. c W. says, Sbakespeare certainly wrote women for woman.
Cappoint, i. e. at the place appointed, at z The three laft fo's, for swort. the rendezvous. a Firft f. icey for tby.
H. our for tbe. b The fo's, Already.
Mal. Well; more anon. Comes the King forth, I pray
(Exit. Mal. I thank you, Doctor. Mard. What's the disease he means ?
Ma!. 'Tis call'd the Evil;
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f covinces for defeats, coutcomes.
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Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. I know him now. Good God betimes remove & The means that makes us Itrangers !
Rek. Sir, Amen.
Roffe. Alas, poor country):
Macd. 'Oh relation
Mal. What's the newest grief?.
8 The three last fo's and R. Tbe means, ibe means that, &c. 4d H. and I make for makes,
i The fo's and C. rent for rend.
* P. and all after, except Cowbom for who
Macd. Thę tyrant
Rossi. That-of an hour's age doth biss the fpeaker ::
Macd. How does my wife?
, to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily born, there ran ammour
Mal, Be 't their comfort,
Rosse. Would I could answer,
Macd. What concern they?
1 H. Relation, ob! 109 nice, &c.
maka pungano dec.
Rolle. No mind, that's honest,
Macd. If it be mine,
Roje. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Macd. Humh! I guess at it.
Rolle. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife and babes
Mal. Merciful heaven!
Macd. My children too?
Mal. Be comforted.
Macd. He has no children. — ° All my pretty ones ?
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