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Macbeth 101 



Within my sword's length set him ; if he 'scape, 
Heaven forgive him too ! 

Malcolm. 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; 239 

The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt. 




Lady Macbeth. — Yet who would have thought the old 
man to have had so much blood in him?