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Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir.
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's Ban.

New honours come upon him here?

Like our strange garments ; cleare not to their Enter Rosse and Angus.


But with the aid of use. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,


Come what come may; The news of thy success: and when he reads

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leiHis wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,

Macb. Give me your favour:'-my dull brain In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,

was wrought He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

With things forgotien. Kind gentlemen, your pains Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,

Are register'd where every day I turn Strange images of death. As thick as tale,

The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.– Came post with post; and every one did bear

Think upon what hath chanc'd : and, at more time, Thy praises in his kingdom's great desence,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak And pour'd them down before him.

Our free hearts each to other.

We are sent,

Very gladly.
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. (Eze. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. SCENE IV.-Fores. A room in the Palace.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor :

Lenox, and attendants.
In which addition,' hail, most worthy thane !
For it is thine.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do they are not yet come back. But I have spoke
What, can the devil speak true ? Those in commission yet return'd ?

My liege, you dress me In borrow'd robes ?

With one that saw him die: who did report,
Who was the thane, lives pet; Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth

That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel

Became him, like the leaving it: he died With hidden help and vantage; or that with both As one that had been studied in his death, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, 10 But treasons capital, conless’d, and prov'd,

As 't were a careless trifle. Have overthrown him.


There's no art, Macb.

Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: To find the mind's construction in the face:11 The greatest is behind. - Thanks for your pains. He was a gentleman

on whom I built Do you noi hope your children shall be kings,

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
When those that gave the thane oi Cawdor to me, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
Promis'd no less to them?

That, trusted home, The sin of my ingratitude even now
Might yet enkindles you unto the crown, Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That swisiest wing of recompense is slow
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; The instruments of darkness tell us truths; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Win us with honest tritles, to belray us

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, In deepest consequence.

More is thy due than more than all can pay. Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Macb.

Two truths are told, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part As happy prologues to the swelling act

Is to receive our duties : and our duties of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.- Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; This supernatural soliciting*

Which do but what they should, by doing every Cannot be ill; cannot be good : If ill,

thing Why hath it given me earnest of success, Safe toward your love and honour. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Dun.

Welcome hither : If good, why do I yield to that suggestions I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

To make thee full of growing.'_Noble Banquo, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Against the use of nature ? Present fears No less to have done so, let me insold thee, Are less than horrible imaginings :

And hold thee to my heart.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban.

There if I grow,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function The harvest is your own.
Is smother'd'in surmise;' and nothing is,


My plenteous joys, But what is not.

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance And you whose places are the nearest, know, may crown me,

We will establish our estate upon (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (8) Time and opportunity. (9) Pardon. (3) Stimulate. Encitement.

(10) Owned, possessed. (5) Temptation.

(11) We cannot construe the disposition of the 7) The powers of action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face." jocture.

(12) Exuberant.

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereaster, Attend. So please you, it is true ; our thane is The prince of Cumberland : which honour must

coming : Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

One of my fellows had the speed of him ; But sign of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, Than would make up his message.. And bind us further to you.

Lady M.

Give him tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

[Exit Attendant, The hearing of my wise with your approach; That croaks the fatal entrance or Duncan So, humbly take my leave.

Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits Din.

My worthy Cawdor! That tend on mortals thoughts, unsex me here; Macb. The prince of Cumberland! - That is a And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full" step,

Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Stop up the access and passage io remorse ;'

(Aside. That no compunctious visitings of nature
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Let not light see my black and deep desires : The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (Ex. Wherever in your sightless substances

Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And in his commendations I am fed ;

And palle thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !-Great Glamis, worthy Caw

dor! SCENE V.-Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a leller.

Enter Macbeth. Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than morial knowledge. When This ignorant present, 'o and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. made themselvesair, into which they vanished. Macb.

My dearest love, Whiles I stood rapt 'in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane Lady M.

And when goes hence ? of Cawdor; by which tille, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming. Lady M.

O, never, on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see! have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness ; that thou mightesi rot lose May read strange matters :-To beguile the time, the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your cye, greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Your hand, your tongue: look like ihe innocent and farewell.

Aower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature ; This night's great business into my despatch;

Must be provided for: and you shall put It is too full o'ihe milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Art not without ambition; but without

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom, The illness should attend it. What thou would'st

Macb. We will speak further. highly,

Lady M.

Only look up clear;' That would'st thou holily; would’st not play false, To alter favour'' ever is to fear:

(Exeunt. And yet would'st wrongly win : thou'd'st have, Leave all the rest to me. great Glamis,

Before the castle. That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou SCENE VI.-

The same. have it ;

Haulboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Than wishest should be ándone. Hie thee hither,

Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants. That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air All that impedes thee from the golden round ;*

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses. Which fate and metaphysical: aid doth seem


This guest of summer, To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, tidings ?

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Enter an Attendant.

Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Altend. The king comes here to-night. Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Lady M.

Thou'rt mad to say it: His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him ? who, were't so, Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Would have inform'd for preparation.

Is delicate. (1) Full as valiant as described.

(9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers.

(10) i. e. Beyond the present time, which is,'ac14) Diadem. (5) Supernatural.

cording to the process of nature, ignorant of the 6) Murderous. (7) Pity.

future. (8) Wrap as in a mantle.

(11) Look, countenarce. (12) Convenient corner.


Enter Lady Macbeth.

He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Dun.

Sce, see! our honour'd hostess! Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, which would be worn now in their newest gloss,

Not cast aside so soon.
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid God yield' us for your pains,

Lady M.

Was the hope drunk, And thank us for your trouble.

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? Lady M.

All our service And wakes it now, to look so green and pale In every point twice done, and then done double,

At what it did so freely? From this time, Were poor and single business, to contend

Such I account thy love. Art thou aseard Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith To be the same in thine own act and valour, Your majesty loads our house : For those of old,

As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

Which thou esteeni'st the ornament of life,

And live a coward in thine own esteem;
We rest your hermits.?

Where's the thane of Cawdor ? Leuing I dare not wait upon I would,
We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose

Like the poor cat i'the adage ?

Macb. To be his purveyor: but he rides well ;

Pr’ythee, peace : And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him I dare do all that may become a man; To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,

Who dares do more, is none. We are your guest to-night.

Lady M.

What beast was it then, Lady M.

Your servants ever That made you break this enterprise to me? Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in When you durst do it, then you were a man; compt,

And, to be more than what you were, you would To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

Be so much more the man. Nor lime, nor place, Still to return your own.

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: Dun.

Give me your hand : They have made themselves, and that their fitness Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him.

Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know By your leave, hostess.


How tender 'tís, to love the babe that milks me :

I would, while it was smiling in my face, SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the caslle. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,

Hautboys and torches. Enler, and pass over And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servanls with Have done to this. dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.


If we should fail,Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Lady M.

We fail! 'twere well

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, It were done quickly: If the assassination

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

Will I with wine and wassel' so convince, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, That memory, the warder of the brain, We'd jump the life to come. – But, in these cases,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason We still have judgment here; that we but teach A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice What cannot you and I perform upon Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To our own lips. He's here in double trust :

His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt • First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

of our great quell}100 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,


Bring forth men children only! Who should against his murderer shut the deor,

For thy undaunted mettle should compose Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Nothing but males. Will it not be received," Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two So clear in his great office, that his virtues

or his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Will plead like anzels, trumpet-tongued, against That they have done't ? The deep damnation of his taking-off:

Ludy M.

Who dares receive it other, And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon his death? Upon the sightless couriers of the air,


I am settled, and bend up Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Away, and mock the time with fairest show To prick the sides of my intent, but only

False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itsell,

(Eseunt. And falls on the other.-How now, what news? Enter Lady Macbeth.

ACT II. Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; Why have you left the chamber?

SCENE 1.--The same, Court within the castle. Mach, Hath he ask'd for me?

Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with Lady M.

Know you not, he has ? a torch before them. Macb.We will proceed no further in this business :

Ban. How goes the night, boy? (1) Reward. (2) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. (5) Winds; sightless is invisible. (3) Subject to account.

(6) In the same sense as cohere. (4) An officer so called from his placing the dishes (7) Intemperance. (8) Overpower. ci the table.

(0) Seatinel. (10) Murder. (11) Apprehendado

ets cry.

Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear clock.

The very stones prate of my where-about,
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

And take the present horror from the time,
I take't, 'lis later, sir. Which now suits with it

. --Whiles I threat, he lives ; Ban. Hold, take my sword:- There's husbandry' Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. in heaven,

(A bell rings. Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Erit. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose !-Give me my sword ;

SCENE II.-The same. Enter Lady Macbeth. Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch.

Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,

hath made me bold : Who's there?

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:Macb. A friend.

Hark!-Peace! Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it: Sent forth great largess to your offices ::

The doors are open ; and the surfeited groums This diamond he greets your wife withal, Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up That death and nature do contend about them, In measureless content. Macb.

Being unprepard, Whether they live or die. Our will became the servant to defect;

Macb. (Within.) Who's there ?-what, ho! Which else should free have wrought.

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, Ban.

All's well. And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, To you they have show'd come truth.

He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Mach.

I think not of them; My father as he slept, I had don't.—My husband ? Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

Enter Macbeth.
Would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.

Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not
At your kind'st leisure.

hear a noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick

'tis, It shall make honour for you.

Did not you speak ? Ban.

So I lose none,


When ? In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Lady M.

Now. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,


As I descended ? I shall be counsel'd.

Lady M. Ay.

Good repose, the while !). Macb. Hark! -
Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you!' (Er. Ban. Who lies i'the second chamber ?
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Lady M.

Donalbain. ready,

Macb. This is a sorry sight. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. (Ex. Ser.

(Looking on his hands. Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and thee :

one cried, murder ! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

But they did say their prayers, and address'd them A dagger of the mind; a salse creation,

Again to sleep. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

Lady M.

There are two lodg'd together. I see thee yet, in form as palpable,

Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; As' they had seen me, with these hangman's hands.
And such an instrument I was to use.

Listenin; their fear, I could not say, amen,
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, When they did say, God bless us.
Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still;

Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply. And on thy blade, and dudgcon, gouts of blood, Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Which was not so before. There's no such thing :

amen ? It is the bloody business, which informs

I had most need of blessing, and amen Thus to mine eves.—Now o'er the one half world Stuck in my throat. Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Lady M. These deeds must not be thought The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Aner these ways; so, it will make us mad. Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

more! Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; pace,

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleaves of care, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de- The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, sign

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Moves likes a ghost.—Thou sure and firm set earth, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;-(1) Thrilt. (2) Bounty.

(4) Conclude. (5) Hast. (6) Drops. 13. The rooms appropriated to servants

(7) As if. (8) Sleave is unwrought silk.

them :


Lady M.

What do you mean?jver at quiet! What are you ?-But this place is too Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further : I had house :

thought to have let in some of all prosessions, that Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawodor go the primrose way to the everlasting bonine. Shall sleep, no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! | Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray you, remember Lady . Who was it that thus cried? Why, the porter.

TOpens the gale. worthy thane,

Enter Macduff and Lenox. You do unbend your noble strength, to think

Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water,

bed, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.Why did you bring these daggers from the place? That you do lie so late ? They must lie there : Go, carry them; and smear second cock :* 'and drink, sir, is a great provoker

Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb.

I'll go no more:

of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially I am afraid to think what I have done;

provoke ? Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M.

Infirm of purpose

Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Give me the daggers: The sleeping and the dead, Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it proAre but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood,

vokes the desire, but it takes a way the performance.

Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivoThat fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

cator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

it sets him on, and it lakes him off; it persuades For it must seem their guilt. °(Erit. Knocking within. him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and

not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a Macb.

Whence is that knocking? sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me: eyes !

But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

too strong for him, though he took up my legs Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. The multitudinous seas incarnardine,'

Macd. Is thy master stirring ?Making the green one red.

Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Re-enter Lady Macbeth.

Enter Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I Len. Good-morrow, noble sir ! shame


Good-morrow, both! To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? knocking

Macb. At the south entry :--retire we to our chamber : Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: A little water clears us of this deed:

I have almost slipp'd the hour. How easy is it then! Your constancy


I'll bring you to him. Hath lest you unattended.-[Knocking.) Hark!

Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; more knocking :

But yet, 'tis one. Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Macb. The labour we delight in, physics' pain., And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost This is the door. So poorly in your thoughts.


I'll make so bold to call, Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not For 'lis my limited service.

(Eril Maed. know myself. (Knock. Len.

Goes the king Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would From hence to-day? thou could'st!

[Exeunt. Nacb.

He does :-he did appoint it so.

Len. The night has been urruly: Where we lay, SCENE III.-The same. Enter a Porter. Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, [Knocking within.]

Lamentings heard i'the air ; strange screams of Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man And prophesying, with accents terrible,

death ; were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turn- or dire combustion, and confus'd events, ing the key. (Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock: New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth farmer, that 'hanged himself on the expectation of Was severous, and did shake. plenty: Come in time; have nipkins. enough about Macb. you; here you'll sweat for't. (Knocking.) Knock,

'Twas a rough night. knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name?- A fellow to it.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed

Re-enler Marduff. treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equi- Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor vocate to Heaven: 0,come in, equivocator. (Knock- heart, ing.) Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? Faith, Cannot conceive, nor name thee!" here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out

Macb. Len.

What's the matter? . of a French hose : Come in, tailor; here you may Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterroast your goose. [Knocking.) Knock, knock: Ne piece!

(1) To incarnardine is to stain of a fesh-colour. (6) Appointed service. 2) Frequent. (3) Handkerchiefs.

(7) The use of two negatives, not to make an 14) Cock-crowing,

affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is commiga (5) i. a. Affords a cordial to it.

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