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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Malcolm |
21 |
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
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2 |
Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Macbeth |
326 |
The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So humbly take my leave.
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3 |
Macbeth
[I, 5] |
Lady Macbeth |
427 |
Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
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4 |
Macbeth
[I, 6] |
Duncan |
467 |
Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
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5 |
Macbeth
[III, 1] |
Macbeth |
1149 |
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness: and with him—
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work—
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.
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6 |
Macbeth
[III, 2] |
Lady Macbeth |
1209 |
You must leave this.
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7 |
Macbeth
[IV, 2] |
Lady Macduff |
1746 |
Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.
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8 |
Macbeth
[IV, 2] |
Ross |
1755 |
My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself: but for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' the season. I dare not speak
much further;
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each way and move. I take my leave of you:
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you!
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9 |
Macbeth
[IV, 2] |
Ross |
1770 |
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
I take my leave at once.
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10 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Ross |
2051 |
No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.
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Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Malcolm |
2120 |
This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:
The night is long that never finds the day.
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