Lady Macbeth A Tragedy |
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SCENE XI.
Seaton, Lady, and Baudron.SEATON.
The foe retires, for havoc, eagle-fang'd,
Pounces resistless where the king appears,
And none withstand the rage. Wounds to our men,
Become, as 'twere, new energies to life.
Their valour burns with an intenser heat,
By the quick stirring of their fomen's steel.
The king shall yet be king.
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—Did'st thou think else?
What! had'st thou con'd in previous cogitation,
The phrase and suppliancy meet to earn
The base prolongment of thy cringing life?
SEATON.
I have, dread madam, ever faithful prov'd;
Nor aught, that duteous service might desire,
Has been neglected in my willing tasks.
LADY.
Rise from thy knees.—Alas! my troubled brain,
With vague and fearful rumours all perplext,
Betrays me often to forget myself.
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