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The duke, my husband, and my children both.
And you the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me;
After so long grief, such nativity t
Duke. With aU my heart. 111 goesip at this
[Exeunt Dukb, Abbess, .£oeon. Courtezan,
Merchant, ANOEiiO, and Attendants..
Dro, E, Master, shall I fetch your stuff from

shipboard ?
Ant. E, Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou

embarked ?
Dro. E. Your goods, that Uy at host, sir, in the

Ant. 8. He speaks to me ; I am your master,
Dromio :
Come, go with us; well look to that anon :
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.

[Exeunt Ant. S. and E., Adk., and Lua
Dro. E. There is a fat friend at your master's
That kitchen'd me for you to^y at dmner ;
3he now shall be my sister, not my wife.
Dro, E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not
my brother :
I see, by you. I am a sweet-fac'd ]routh.
Will yon walk ui to see then* gossiping?
Dro. R Not I, air ; you are my elder.
Dro, E. That's a question : how shall we try it?
Dro, B, Well draw cuts for the senior: till

then, lead tliou first.
Dro. E. Nay, then thus :
We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before
another. [Etoauti

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BTJirOAir, King of Boottatad.

MALC0T.1I, wm to Dnncaa.


■AOBETH, ( %-xvnX of tbo King's army.

BAKQ UO, go nenJ of tho Klng^a army.

ICACDTT7F, a noManaa of Scotland.

LBNOX, a noblaaaa of Bcctlaad.

BOBBIB. a nobleman of Scotland.

KENTSTH, a noblomaa of Scotland.

AN6VS, a nobleman of Seotland.

OARHNESS, a nobleman of Scotland.

FLBAN OS, ton to Banqno.

SIWABD, Bail of VortbnnlMriaitd. sMoral of fho bgllah


Tooac 8IWAB0, mb to tbo Bar! of Horthnmborlaad.

^ETTOH, an oflcor attonding «b ICaebeth.

loa to llaednlL An BngUah Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.

A Soldier. TPortor. An old Man.


Oontlowomaajattonding on La^ Mteboth.

BBOAn. Threo Wltc&ea.

lordi. Ctontlosiin, Ofllcen, Soldlen, Murderert, Attondaata,

ana MoMongon. Ibo ffiiott of "* -' '*''-


■oaEHB.-&i tlw Md of Act ZV. la BQgUad : tbrongh ttao FMl of tlw Ptaj ta lootlnd.


SCENE l.-ifn open P2ao«. TlmnagT and

Enter three Witches

1 Witch. When shall we three meet ugafai
Id thander, lif^htningf or in rain ?

2 Witch, When the hnrlyburlj's done,
JiThen the hattle's lost and won :

8 WitcL That vrill he ere the set of sun.
1 Witch, Where the pUice?

9 Witch, Upon the heatii :
S Witch, There to meet with Macheth.

1 Witch. I come Graymalkin !

AU, Paddock calls:— Anon. —
Fair is foal, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthj air.

[Witches vani$h,

SCENE TL^A Oamja near Forres. Alarum

Enter King DxmoAif, Malcolm, Dona lb air,
Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding

Dun. What hloodjman is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

MaL This is the sergeant.

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
*GhuDSt vaj captivity :— Hail, hrave friend I
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thoa didst leave it.

SbUL Doubtful it stood ;

As two spent swimmers, that do cilng together.
And choke their art. The merciless MacdonwsJd
rWorthy to be a rebel ; for, to that,
The mmtipl3ring villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western Isles
Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied :
And fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,
Bhow^ like a rebers whore : But all^ too weak :
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel.
Which smok'd witn bloody execution,

Like valour s mfaiion, cary*d out his passage.
Till he fac*d the slave ;

Which 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.

Dun, O, valiant cousin I worthy gentleman I

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to

Discomfort swells. Mark^ K ing of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kernes to trust theb

But the Norweyan lord, surveyuig vantage.
With furbished arms, and new supplies of men.
Began a fresh assault.

Ihpn, Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth
and Banquo?

Sold, Tes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the
If I say sooth, I most 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 toll :
But I am famt, my gashes cry for help.

Dim, So well thy words become tnee as thy
wounds ;
They smack of honour both: — Go, get him
surgeons. [Exit Soldier attended

Enter ^OBsm,

Who comes here ?

MaL The worthy Thane of Rosse

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes!
So should he look that seems to speak things

Boaee, God save the king t

Dun, Whence cam^t thuu^ worthy thane?

Jiosse, From Fife, great kmg.
Where the Norweyan banners flout the slgr,
And fan our people oold

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Norway himself, with temhle nomben,
Assisted 'by that most disloyal traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, bepin a dismal conflict :
Till that Bellona's bridefp-oom, 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^

Ihin, Great happiness !

Bosae, That now
Sweno, the Norways* king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes* inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun, No more that Thane of Cawdor shall
Our bosom interest : — Qo, pronounce his present

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Jiosae, 111 see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath
won. [Exeunt,

SCENE m.— J Eeath. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

8 Witch. Killing swine.

8 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailoriB wife had chesnuts in her lap,
And mounch*d, and mounch*d, and monnch'd : —

" Give me," quoth I :
" Aroint thee, witch !*' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, the master o* the

But in a sieve 111 thither sail,
And like a rat without a tail,
111 do. Ill do, and 111 do.

2 Witch. Ill give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Th» art kind.

8 Witch, And I another.

1 Witch. 1 myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow.

All the (quarters that they know
r the shipman^ card. ^

111 drain nim dry as hay :
Sleep shall neither .light nor day
Hang anon his pent-house lid ;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary sev ^-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witdu Show me, show me.

1 Witch, Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wrack'd, as homeward he did come.


8 Witch. A drum, a dram :
Macbeth doth come.

AIL The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about ;
Tlirice to thine, and thrice to mine.
And thrice again, to make up nine :
Peace I — the charm's wound up

JSnter Macbeth and Banquo.

Maeb. So foal and fair a day I have not seen.

Ban. How hi ist call'd to Forres ?— What are
So withered and so wild in their attire ;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth«


And yet are onH ? Live Toa ? or are yoa anghl
That num may question? Ton seem to under*

stand me.
By each at once her choppy finger laving
Upon her skinny lips:^ioa should be women,
And yet your bearos forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
2faia), Speak, if you can ;— What are you f

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth I haU to thee, Thane

of Glamis!

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane

of Cawdor I
8 Witch, All hail, Macbeth ! tnat shalt be king

Ban. Good sir, why do you start : and seem to tear
Things Uiat do sound so »ir?— Pthe name of truth
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner
Ton greet with present f^iace, and great predicdon
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 wfll

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear *
Your fovours nor your hate.

1 Witch, Hail I

2 Witch. Hail !
8 Wit<h. Haill

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

8 Wit(h, Thou shaft get kings, though thou
bo none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo I
1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail i
Macb, Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me
more :
By SineVs 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 thnn 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 vomM.

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.
And these are of them: Whither are thev vanished?
Mach, Into the air : and what seem d corporal
As breath into the wind.— "Would they had staid!
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak
Or have we eaten of the inssiie root,
That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
J^an, You shall be Ung

Macb. And Thane of Cawdor, too; went It

not so?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. 'Who^

Enter Bossb and Angus

Sos8e. The king liath happily received, 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 viewmg 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 tale
Can nost with post ; and every oiw ^ bear t

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Thj praifes in his k!ngdoin*9 great defence, i

And p^or'd them down before him.

Ang, We are sent,

To give thee, from our ro;^al master, thanks ;
Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Jioue, And, for an earnest oi a greater honour:
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
In which addition, liail, most worthj thane I
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true?

Macb, The Thane of Cawdor lives : Why do 70a
dress me
In borrow'd robes?

Ang, Who was the thane, lives jet ;

But under lieavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose.
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
Or did lino the rebel with hidden help
And vantage; or that with both he labour^
In his country's wrack, 1 know not ;
But treasons capital^ confess'd and prov'd,
Have overthroMm him.

Maeb. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:

The greatest is behind. - Thanks for your ^ams. —
Do yon not hope your children shall be kmgs,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them ?

Ban, That, trusted home,

Might yet enkindle yon unto the crown.
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
And oftentimes to win us to our harm,
The mstruments of darkness tell us truths ;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ns
In deepest consequence. —
Cousins, a word, I pray yon.

Macb, Two truths are told,

As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.— I thank you, gentlemen.
Ttiis supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill ; cannot be good :— If ill,
Why hath it ^ven me earnest of success.
Commencing m a truth ? I am Thane of Cawdor :
If good, wh;^ do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair.
And make my seated heart knock at my riba,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imagining :
My thought, whose murther 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.
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt

MaA, If chance will have me king, why,
chance may crown me,
Without my stir.

Ban. New honours oome upon him^

Like our strange garments, cleave not to their

But with the aid of use.
Macb, Come what come, may,

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

B<m. Worthy Macbeth,we stay upon your leisure.
Macb, Give me your favour : —

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Kmd gentlemen, your pains are register'd

Where every day I turn the leaf to read them. —

Let us toward the king.—

rhink upon what hath ohano'd*, and, at more time,

The interim having weigh'd it, let as speak

Our free hesrts eaoi to other.
Ban, Very gladly.

Madb, TiU then, enough.— Come, friends,


SCENE IT.— Forres.


A Room th iho Palace.

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DonalbjCdi,
Lenox, and Attendants.

Dim, Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet retum'd ?

MaL My liege,

Thev are not yet oome 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 aeep 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.

Dim, There's no art

To find the mind'k construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust. — worthiest cousin 1

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rossb, and Anooa.

The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me : Thou art so fiu* before.
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine I only I have left to say.
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Mad>. The service and the lovalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your higlmess' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children and

Which do but what they should, by doing eyer7>

Safe toward your love and honour.

Dun, Welcome hither t

I have begun to plant thee^ and will labour
To make ^eo fim of growing. — Noble Banqno,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart

Ban. There if I g^w.

The harvest is your own.

Dun. Mj 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 » honour

Not, unaccompanied, invest him only.
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers. — From henoe to Inverness,
And bind us farther to you.
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not ns'd for
111 be m^elf the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with yonr approach ;
So humbly take my leave.
Dun, My worthy Cawdor I

Macb. The Prince of CumberUmdl— That is a
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-lesp,

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires 1
Let not hght see my black and deep desires :
The evt wmk at the hand I yet let that be,
Whion the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

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Dwu Tme, worthy Banqoo; he is foil so
And hi his commendations I am fed j
It is a banquet to me. Let*s after hmi.
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless Kinsman. [Flowrith, Exeunt,

SCENE y.->Inyemess. A Boom m Maobeth's


Enter Lady Macbeth, reaimg a letter.

Lady M. " They met me hi the day of miooen; and I
have learned by the perfeoteet report, they havo more in
Ihem than mortal Iraowledcra. When I burned in desire
lo aoestion them further, they made themaelTes air. into
whloh they vaniahed. Whiles I stood rapt in the wondur
of it, oame miasiTes frora the king, who all hailed me.
^Thane of Cawdor ;* by which title, before, these weird
'-" saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of


ttme, with ' Hail king that shaltbe r This I have thought
good to deUver thee, my dearest partner of greatnesH- tiiat
thoa migbtest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by beujg
Ignorant of what greatness ia promised thee. La^ It to
thy heart, and fareweU."

Qlamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised :— Yet do I fear thj

It is too fhll o' the milk of human kindness.
To catch the nearest way : Thou wouldst be great ;
Art not without ambition ; but without
Hie illness should attend it What thou wouldst

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thouxlst have,

great Qlamis,
That which cries, " Thus thou must do, if then

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 valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To bare thee crowned withal. What is your


Enter an Attendant

Atten, The king comes here to-night

Ladtj M. Thou rt mad to say it :

Is not thy master with him ? who, wer*t so,
Would have informed for preparation.

AtJU^L 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 ivAoMmake up his message.

Lady M, Give him tendin;^,

Ho brings great newfr The raven himself is

\EaiX Attendant
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 I make thick my blood.
Stop up the access and pMissage to remorse ;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it t Come to my woman's breasts.
And take my milk for gall, you morthering

Wherever in your sightless substances
Toa wait on nature^ mischief I Come, thick

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell I
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ;

Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

To cry, " Hold, hold I" Great Qlamis, wortl^

Cawdor I

.E^i^ Macbrth.

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter t
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and 1 feel now
The future in the instant

Jfoob. My dearest lore,

Duncan comes here to^iight

Ladu M, And when goes hence Y

Mad). To-morrow, — as he purposes.

Lady M. O, never

Shall sun that morrow see t
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters : — To be^le the time^
Look like the time ; bear welcome m your eye.
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent

But be the serpent under it He tiiat^ coming
Must be provided for : and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch}
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Macb, We will speak further.

Lady if. Only look np clear ;

To alter favour ever is to fear :
Leave all the rest to me.

SCENE yi^The some. Befoft Hhe Castle,
Bautboyi, Servants (/Macbeth attending.

Enter Dui^can, Malcolm, Donalbain, Bah-
QUO, Lenox, Maodupf, Rossb, Ahoub, and

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Ban. This guest of summer.

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve.
By bis lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingljr here : no jutty, frieze^
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd,
The air is delicate.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

Dun. See, see I our honour*d hostess!

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which we still thank as love. Herein 1 teach you,
How you shall bid God-eyld us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Lady M. All our service

In every point twice done, and then Jone double.
Were poor and single business, to contend
Agafnst those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your miyesty loads our house : For those of old.
And the late dignities heap'd rp to them,
We rest your hermits.

Dun. Wherels 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

To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess.
We are your guest to night

Lady M, Your servants ever

Have theirs, themselves, and what is theun b

To make their audit at your highness* pleasuns*
Still return to your own r -* ■

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Dim. Gh e me jonr hand

Conduct me to mine host ; we love him highlj,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess. [ExeunL

SCEN£ YIL— 7%« some. A Room m Vie Castle,

EautboyB and tordtea. Enter andpaga over the stage,
a Bewer, cmd dioers Servants inth diahea and
aervice. Then enter Macbeth.

Maeb, If it were done, when Yb done, then
'twere well
It were done auickly : 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 hare, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd ^ump the life to come. — But in these cases,
We still hare judgment here ; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor : This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned 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 murtherer shut the door,
Not bear the koife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Uath 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 toking-otf :
And pity, like a naked new-bom babe.
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow tne horrid deed in ererj eye.
That tears sliall drown the wind.— 1 have no spur
To prick the sides of mj intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other— How now, what news ?

Enter Lady Macdktu.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd: vdiy have yon
left the chamber?

Mad), Hath he asked for me?

Lady M, Know you not he has ?

Macb. We will proceed no further in this
business :
He hath honoured 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 M, Was the hope drunk,

Wherem yon dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now. to look so green and pale
4t what it did 80 treely ' From Jiis time,



Such 1 account thy love. Art thoa afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
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 ?

M(uh, Prithee, peace:

I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast wast then.

That made yon 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 onmake^ you. I have given sack; and

How tender 'ds to love the babe that milks me:
I would while it was smiling in my face.
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the braui.s out, had I so sworn,
As you have done to this.

Macb, If we should fail, —

Lady M. We faU t

But screw your courage to the sticking place.
And well not fail. When Duncan is asleep
I Whereto the rather shall his day s hard joumciy
Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince.
That memory, the warder of the brain.
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasoo
A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep ,

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