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MACDUFF
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, [230]
Cut short all intermission. Front to front
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.
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:
The night is long that never finds the day.
Exeunt.
