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What
is
your
tidings
?
Messenger
:
The
king
comes
here
to-night
.
Lady
Macbeth
:
Thou
'
rt
mad
to
say
it
:
Is
not
thy
master
with
him
?
who
,
were
'
t
so
,
Would
have
inform
'd
for
preparation
.
Messenger
:
So
please
you
,
it
is
true
:
our
thane
is
coming
:
One
of
my
fellows
had
the
speed
of
him
,
Who
,
almost
dead
for
breath
,
had
scarcely
more
Than
would
make
up
his
message
.
Lady
Macbeth
:
Give
him
tending
;
