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Act V,s.5: Tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow/ creeps in this petty pace from day to day/ to the last syllable of recorded time,/ and all our yesterdays have lighted fools/ the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!/ Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player/ that struts & frets his hour upon the stage/ and then is heard from no more. It is a tale/ told by an idiot, full of sound & fury,/ signifying nothing.

Act IV,s.2:

1st Murderer: He’s a traitor. [Mcduff who fled to England]

Son: Thou liest, thou shag-ear’d villain!

1st Murderer: What, you egg! (stabs Son) Young fry of treachery!

Son: He has kill’d me, mother: Run away, I pray you!

Act IV,s.2: Lady Mcduff: Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,his mansion & his titles, in a place from whence himself [Mcduff] does fly? He lives is not, he wants the natural touch.

Act IV,s.1: [1st Apparition, an armed Head [?]]

2nd Apparition (a bloody child): Be bloody, be bold & resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man: for none of woman born shall harm Mcb.

Third Apparition (a child crowned with a tree in his hand): Be lion-metted . & take no care who chafes . or where conspirators are: Mcb will never vanquished be, until Great Birman wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him

Act IV,s.1: Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes: open locks, whoever knocks! [enter Macbeth]

Act III,s.4: Macbeth [to Lady]: Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange & self-abuse is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: we are yet but young in deed.

Act III,s.4: Macbeth: What man dare, I dare: approach though like the rugged Russian bear, the arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, take any shape but that & my firm nerves shall never tremble. Or be alive again, and dare me to the desert with thy sword.

Act III,s.4: Macbeth: There the grown serpent [Banquo] lies, the worm that’s fled hath nature that in time will venom breed, no teeth for present.

Act III, s.3: Macbeth [to Lady M]: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed.

Act III,s.4: Murderer: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head; the least a death to nature.