Macbeth by William Shakespeare
page 66 of 110 (60%)
page 66 of 110 (60%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
Len. Sent he to Macduffe? Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe, And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time That clogges me with this Answer Lenox. And that well might Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country, Vnder a hand accurs'd Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him. Exeunt. Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd 2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd 3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time 1 Round about the Caldron go: |
|