Persons Represented
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
MALCOLM, his Son.
DONALBAIN, his Son.
MACBETH, General in the King's
Army.
BANQUO, General in the King's
Army.
MACDUFF, Nobleman of Scotland.
LENNOX, Nobleman of Scotland.
ROSS, Nobleman of Scotland.
MENTEITH, Nobleman of Scotland.
ANGUS, Nobleman of Scotland.
CAITHNESS, Nobleman of Scotland.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland,
General of the English Forces.
YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending
on Macbeth.
BOY, Son to Macduff.
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An Old
Man.
LADY MACBETH.
LADY MACDUFF.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady
Macbeth.
HECATE,and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers,
Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants,
and Messengers.
The Ghost of Banquo and several
other Apparitions.
SCENE: In the end of the Fourth
Act, in England; through the
rest
of the Play, in Scotland; and
chiefly at Macbeth's Castle.
ACT I.
SCENE I. An open Place. Thunder
and Lightning.
[Enter three Witches.]
FIRST WITCH.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in
rain?
SECOND WITCH.
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
THIRD WITCH.
That will be ere the set of sun.
FIRST WITCH.
Where the place?
SECOND WITCH.
Upon the heath.
THIRD WITCH.
There to meet with Macbeth.
FIRST WITCH.
I come, Graymalkin!
ALL.
Paddock calls:--anon:--
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy
air.
[Witches vanish.]
SCENE II. A Camp near Forres.
[Alarum within. Enter King Duncan,
Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox,
with Attendants, meeting a bleeding
Soldier.]
DUNCAN.
What bloody man is that? He can
report,
As seemeth by his plight, of
the revolt
The newest state.
MALCOLM.
This is the sergeant
Who, like a good and hardy soldier,
fought
'Gainst my captivity.--Hail,
brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge
of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
SOLDIER.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers that do
cling together
And choke their art. The merciless
Macdonwald,--
Worthy to be a rebel,--for to
that
The multiplying villainies of
nature
Do swarm upon him,--from the
Western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is
supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel
smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore.
But all's too weak;
For brave Macbeth,--well he deserves
that name,--
Disdaining fortune, with his
brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valor's minion,
Carv'd out his passag tTill he
fac'd the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade
farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the
nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
DUNCAN.
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
SOLDIER.
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful
thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort
seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, King
of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valor
arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kerns
to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying
vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies
of men,
Began a fresh assault.
DUNCAN.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
SOLDIER.
Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare
the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report
they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double
cracks;
So they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon
the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in
reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell:--
But I am faint; my gashes cry
for help.
DUNCAN.
So well thy words become thee
as thy wounds;
They smack of honor both.--Go,
get him surgeons.
[Exit Soldier, attended.]
Who comes here?
MALCOLM.
The worthy Thane of Ross.
LENNOX.
What a haste looks through his
eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
[Enter Ross.]
ROSS.
God save the King!
DUNCAN.
Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
ROSS.
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout
the sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible
numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal
traitor
The Thane of Cawdor, began a
dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom,
lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious,
arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and,
to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
DUNCAN.
Great happiness!
ROSS.
That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves
composition;
Nor would we deign him burial
of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's-inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general
use.
DUNCAN.
No more that Thane of Cawdor
shall deceive
Our bosom interest:--go pronounce
his present death,
And with his former title greet
Macbeth.
ROSS.
I'll see it done.
DUNCAN.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth
hath won.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. A heath.
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
FIRST WITCH.
Where hast thou been, sister?
SECOND WITCH.
Killing swine.
THIRD WITCH.
Sister, where thou?
FIRST WITCH.
A sailor's wife had chestnuts
in her lap,
And mounch'd, and mounch'd,
and mounch'd:--"Give me," quoth
I:
"
Aroint thee, witch!" the
rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone,
master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
SECOND WITCH.
I'll give thee a wind.
FIRST WITCH.
Thou art kind.
THIRD WITCH.
And I another.
FIRST WITCH.
I myself have all the other:
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor
day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary seven-nights nine times
nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.--
Look what I have.
SECOND WITCH.
Show me, show me.
FIRST WITCH.
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
[Drum within.]
THIRD WITCH.
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
ALL.
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine, and thrice to
mine,
And thrice again, to make up
nine:--
Peace!--the charm's wound up.
[Enter Macbeth and Banquo.]
MACBETH.
So foul and fair a day I have
not seen.
BANQUO.
How far is't call'd to Forres?--What
are these
So wither'd, and so wild in their
attire,
That look not like the inhabitants
o' the earth,
And yet are on't?--Live you?
or are you aught
That man may question? You seem
to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger
laying
Upon her skinny lips:--you should
be women,
And yet your beards forbid me
to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH.
Speak, if you can;--what are
you?
FIRST WITCH.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,
Thane of Glamis!
SECOND WITCH.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,
Thane of Cawdor!
THIRD WITCH.
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt
be king hereafter!
BANQUO.
Good sir, why do you start; and
seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?--
I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble
partner
You greet with present grace
and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal
hope,
That he seems rapt withal:--to
me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds
of time,
And say which grain will grow,
and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither
beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.
FIRST WITCH.
Hail!
SECOND WITCH.
Hail!
THIRD WITCH.
Hail!
FIRST WITCH.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
SECOND WITCH.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
THIRD WITCH.
Thou shalt get kings, though
thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
FIRST WITCH.
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH.
Stay, you imperfect speakers,
tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am
Thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? The Thane
of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to
be king
Stands not within the prospect
of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say
from whence
You owe this strange intelligence?
or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop
our way
With such prophetic greeting?--Speak,
I charge you.
[Witches vanish.]
BANQUO.
The earth hath bubbles, as the
water has,
And these are of them:--whither
are they vanish'd?
MACBETH.
Into the air; and what seem'd
corporal melted
As breath into the wind.--Would
they had stay'd!
BANQUO.
Were such things here as we do
speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane
root
That takes the reason prisoner?
MACBETH.
Your children shall be kings.
BANQUO.
You shall be king.
MACBETH.
And Thane of Cawdor too; went
it not so?
BANQUO.
To the selfsame tune and words.
Who's here?
[Enter Ross and Angus.]
ROSS.
The king hath happily receiv'd,
Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and
when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels'
fight,
His wonders and his praises do
contend
Which should be thine or his:
silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the
self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan
ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself
didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick
as hail
Came post with post; and every
one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's
great defense,
And pour'd them down before him.
ANGUS.
We are sent
To give thee, from our royal
master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his
sight,
Not pay thee.
ROSS.
And, for an earnest of a greater
honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee
Thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most
worthy thane,
For it is thine.
BANQUO.
What, can the devil speak true?
MACBETH.
The Thane of Cawdor lives: why
do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?
ANGUS.
Who was the Thane lives yet;
But under heavy judgement bears
that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether
he was combin'd
With those of Norway, or did
line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage,
or that with both
He labour'd in his country's
wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd
and proved,
Have overthrown him.
MACBETH.
[Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of
Cawdor:
The greatest is behind.--Thanks
for your pains.--
Do you not hope your children
shall be kings,
When those that gave the Thane
of Cawdor to me
Promis'd no less to them?
BANQUO.
That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the
crown,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes to win us to our
harm,
The instruments of darkness tell
us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to
betray's
In deepest consequence.--
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
MACBETH.
[Aside.] Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling
act
Of the imperial theme.--I thank
you, gentlemen.--
[Aside.] This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:--if
ill,
Why hath it given me earnest
of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane
of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that
suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix
my hair,
And make my seated heart knock
at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present
fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet
is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of
man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise; and
nothing is
But what is not.
BANQUO.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH.
[Aside.] If chance will have
me king, why, chance may crown
me
Without my stir.
BANQUO.
New honors come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave
not to their mould
But with the aid of use.
MACBETH.
[Aside.] Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through
the roughest day.
BANQUO.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon
your leisure.
MACBETH.
Give me your favor:--my dull
brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen,
your pains
Are register'd where every day
I turn
The leaf to read them.--Let us
toward the king.--
Think upon what hath chanc'd;
and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it,
let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
BANQUO.
Very gladly.
MACBETH.
Till then, enough.--Come, friends.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Forres. A Room in
the Palace.
[Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm,
Donalbain, Lennox, and
Attendants.]
DUNCAN.
Is execution done on Cawdor?
Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?
MALCOLM.
My liege,
They are not yet come back. But
I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who
did report,
That very frankly he confess'd
his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon;
and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in
his life
Became him like the leaving it;
he died
As one that had been studied
in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing
he ow'd
As 'twere a careless trifle.
DUNCAN.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction
in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I
built
An absolute trust.--
[Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross,
and Angus.]
O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even
now
Was heavy on me: thou art so
far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense
is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou
hadst less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks
and payment
Might have been mine! only I
have left to say,
More is thy due than more than
all can pay.
MACBETH.
The service and the loyalty I
owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your
highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and
our duties
Are to your throne and state,
children and servants;
Which do but what they should,
by doing everything
Safe toward your love and honor.
DUNCAN.
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and
will labor
To make thee full of growing.--Noble
Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor
must be known
No less to have done so,let me
infold thee
And hold thee to my heart.
BANQUO.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
DUNCAN.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide
themselves
In drops of sorrow.--Sons, kinsmen,
thanes,
And you whose places are the
nearest, know,
We will establish our estate
upon
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we
name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland: which
honor must
Not unaccompanied invest him
only,
But signs of nobleness, like
stars, shall shine
On all deservers.--From hence
to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.
MACBETH.
The rest is labor, which is not
us'd for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger,
and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your
approach;
So, humbly take my leave.
DUNCAN.
My worthy Cawdor!
MACBETH.
[Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland!--That
is a step,
On which I must fall down, or
else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars,
hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and
deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand! yet
let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it
is done, to see.
[Exit.]
DUNCAN.
True, worthy Banquo!--he is full
so valiant;
And in his commendations I am
fed,--
It is a banquet to me. Let us
after him,
Whose care is gone before to
bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.
[Flourish. Exeunt.]
SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in
Macbeth's Castle.
[Enter Lady Macbeth, reading
a letter.]
LADY MACBETH.
" They met me in the day of success;
and I have
learned by the perfectest report
they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned
in desire to question them
further, they made themselves
air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder
of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me,
'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted
me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail,
king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee,
my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst
not lose the dues of rejoicing,
by
being ignorant of what greatness
is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell."
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor;
and shalt be
What thou art promis'd; yet do
I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of
human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou
wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition; but
without
The illness should attend it.
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst
not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win:
thou'dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries, "Thus
thou must do, if thou have it:
And that which rather thou dost
fear to do
Than wishest should be undone." Hie
thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in
thine ear;
And chastise with the valor of
my tongue
All that impedes thee from the
golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid
doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
[Enter an Attendant.]
What is your tidings?
ATTENDANT.
The king comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who,
were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
ATTENDANT.
So please you, it is true:--our
thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed
of him;
Who, almost dead for breath,
had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
LADY MACBETH.
Give him tending;
He brings great news.
[Exit Attendant.]
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance
of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you
spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts,
unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to
the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick
my blood,
Stop up the access and passage
to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings
of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep
peace between
The effect and it! Come to my
woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, your
murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!
Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest
smoke of hell
That my keen knife see not the
wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket
of the dark
To cry, "Hold, hold!"
[Enter Macbeth.]
Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail
hereafter!
Thy letters have transported
me beyond
This ignorant present, and I
feel now
The future in the instant.
MACBETH.
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH.
And when goes hence?
MACBETH.
To-morrow,--as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH.
O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a
book where men
May read strange matters:--to
beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome
in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look
like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't. He
that's coming
Must be provided for: and you
shall put
This night's great business into
my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights
and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and
masterdom.
MACBETH.
We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH.
Only look up clear;
To alter favor ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI. The same. Before the
Castle.
[Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth
attending.]
[Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross,
Angus, and Attendants.]
DUNCAN.
This castle hath a pleasant seat:
the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends
itself
Unto our gentle senses.
BANQUO.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet,
does approve
By his lov'd mansionry, that
the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty,
frieze, buttress,
Nor coigne of vantage, but this
bird hath made
His pendant bed and procreant
cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt,
I have observ'd
The air is delicate.
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
DUNCAN.
See, see, our honour'd hostess!--
The love that follows us sometime
is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love.
Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God ild us
for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
LADY MACBETH.
All our service
In every point twice done, and
then done double,
Were poor and single business
to contend
Against those honours deep and
broad wherewith
Your majesty loads our house:
for those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd
up to them,
We rest your hermits.
DUNCAN.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels,
and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides
well;
And his great love, sharp as
his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us. Fair and
noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight.
LADY MACBETH.
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and
what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness'
pleasure,
Still to return your own.
DUNCAN.
Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love
him highly,
And shall continue our graces
towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VII. The same. A Lobby
in the Castle.
[Hautboys and torches. Enter,
and pass over, a Sewer and divers
Servants with dishes and service.
Then enter Macbeth.]
MACBETH.
If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well
It were done quickly. If the
assassination
Could trammel up the consequence,
and catch,
With his surcease, success; that
but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all--here,
But here, upon this bank and
shoal of time,--
We'd jump the life to come. But
in these cases
We still have judgement here;
that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which being
taught, return
To plague the inventor: this
even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our
poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in
double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and
his subject,
Strong both against the deed:
then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer
shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides,
this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek,
hath been
So clear in his great office,
that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued,
against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
And pity, like a naked new-born
babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's
cherubin, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of
the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in
every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.--I
have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent,
but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps
itself,
And falls on the other.
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
How now! what news?
LADY MACBETH.
He has almost supp'd: why have
you left the chamber?
MACBETH.
Hath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETH.
Know you not he has?
MACBETH.
We will proceed no further in
this business:
He hath honour'd me of late;
and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts
of people,
Which would be worn now in their
newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH.
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself?
hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so
green and pale
At what it did so freely? From
this time
Such I account thy love. Art
thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act
and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst
thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament
of life,
And live a coward in thine own
esteem;
Letting "I dare not" wait
upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
MACBETH.
Pr'ythee, peace!
I dare do all that may become
a man;
Who dares do more is none.
LADY MACBETH.
What beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise
to me?
When you durst do it, then you
were a man;
And, to be more than what you
were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor
time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you
would make both:
They have made themselves, and
that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given
suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe
that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling
in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his
boneless gums
And dash'd the brains out, had
I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MACBETH.
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH.
We fail!
But screw your courage to the
sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan
is asleep,--
Whereto the rather shall his
day's hard journey
Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail
so convince
That memory, the warder of the
brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt
of reason
A limbec only: when in swinish
sleep
Their drenched natures lie as
in a death,
What cannot you and I perform
upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not
put upon
His spongy officers; who shall
bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
MACBETH.
Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should
compose
Nothing but males. Will it not
be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood
those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and us'd
their very daggers,
That they have don't?
LADY MACBETH.
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and
clamor roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH.
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible
feat.
Away, and mock the time with
fairest show:
False face must hide what the
false heart doth know.
[Exeunt.]
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