“My lifes Cataſtrophe is at an end, / The Staffe whereon my ſickly Loue did leane / And which from falling (ſtill) did him defend, / Is through miſchance in ſunder broken cleane. / Gone is my Mediatrix”
“Duncane is in his Graue:
After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he ſleepes well,
Treaſon ha's done his worſt: not Steele, not Poyſon,
Mallice domeſtique, forraine Leuie, nothing,
Can touch him further.”
“The heavy hand of the high Thunderer
Shall light on thee; and thou I doubt ſhalt be
His Furies object, and ſhalt teſtifie
By thine infamous lifes accurſed ſtate,
VVhat now thy ſhame-leſs lips ſoph”