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A morsel for a monarch.

      — Antony and Cleopatra, Act I Scene 5

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KEYWORD: master

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1

Macbeth
[I, 3]

First Witch

101

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Angus

205

We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.

3

Macbeth
[I, 5]

Lady Macbeth

378

Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

4

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Macduff

804

Is thy master stirring?
[Enter MACBETH]
Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

5

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Macduff

861

O gentle lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder as it fell.
[Enter BANQUO]
O Banquo, Banquo,
Our royal master 's murder'd!

6

Macbeth
[III, 1]

Macbeth

1044

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
[Exit BANQUO]
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night: to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
[Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant]
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure?

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