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Macb.
Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold‑bound‑brow, is like the first:
A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Why do you shew me this?⸺A fourth? Start eyes!
What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?
Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two‑fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
For the Blood‑bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
And points at them for his. What? is this so?