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1Macb.
2Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
3Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
4Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
5The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
6Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
7Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast.