MALCOM

• black Macbeth will seem pure as snow... as a lamb, being compar'd with my confineless harms- A4S3
• Our country... It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day is gash is added to her wounds- A4S3
• reconcil'd my thoughts to thy good truth and honor- A4S3
• I would the friends we miss were safe arriv'd- A5S9
• crown'd at Scone- A5S9