Reading The Tragedy of Macbeth — William Shakespeare

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Macd.

That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,

If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,

My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:

I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes

Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,

Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge

I sheath againe vndeeded. There thou should'st be,

By this great clatter, one of greatest note

Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune,

And more I begge not.

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