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Section 337
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1Lady.
2Nought's had, all's spent,
3Where our desire is got without content:
4'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
5Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.
6Enter Macbeth.
7How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
8Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,