Macbeth act4 scene 1 part 1
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- 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word. Macduff is fled to England.
- No, indeed, my lord.
- What's your Graces will?
- No, my lord.
- Aye, my good lord.
- Saw you the weird sisters?
- Fled to England?
- Came they not by you?
- Infected be the air whereon they ride, And damned all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse. Who was't came by?
- Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be, The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise, Seize upon Fife, give to th' edge o' th' sword, His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls, That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool. This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. But no more sights!
- Where are these gentleman? Come bring me where they are.
- Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, Without there.
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