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Compare 1587 edition: 1 Makduffe to this made anſwere,Couetouſneſſe the roote of al miſchiefe. how it was a farre worſe fault than the other, for auarice is the roote of all miſchiefe, and for that crime the moſt part of our kings haue bene ſlain & brought to their finall ende. Yet notwithſtanding follow my counſel, and take vpon thee the crowne, there is golde and riches inough in Scotlande to ſa|tiſfie thy greedie deſire.

Compare 1587 edition: 1 Then ſayde Malcolme againe, I am fur|thermore inclined to diſſimulation, telling of lea|ſings and all other kinds of deceyt, ſo that I na|turally reioyce in nothing ſo muche as to betray and deceyue ſuche,Diſsimulation and deliting in lyes. as put any truſt or confi|dence in my wordes. Then ſith there is nothing that more becommeth a prince than conſtancie, veritie, truth, and iuſtice, with the other laudable felowſhip of thoſe faire and noble vertues which are comprehended onely in ſoothfaſtneſſe, & that lying vtterly ouerthroweth ye ſame, you ſee how vnable I am to gouerne any prouince or region: and therfore ſith you haue remedies to cloke and hide al the reſt of my other vices, I pray you find ſhift to cloke this vice amongſt the reſidue.

Compare 1587 edition: 1 Then ſayd Makduffe: this yet is the worſt of all, and there I leaue thee, and therefore ſay, EEBO page image 251 oh ye vnhappie & miſerable Scottiſhmen,Makduffes ex+clamation. which are thus ſcourged with ſo many and ſundrie ca|lamities, eche one aboue other. Ye haue one cur|ſed and wicked tyrant that nowe raignes ouer you, without any right or tytle, oppreſſing you with his moſt bloudie crueltie: This other that hath the right to the crowne, is ſo replete with the in conſtant behauiour and manifeſt vices of Engliſh men, that he is nothing worthie to en|ioy it: for by his owne confeſſion he is not onely auaritious, and giuen to vnſatiable luſt, but ſo falſe a traytour withall, that no truſt is to be had to any worde he ſpeaketh. Adue Scotlande, for now I account my ſelfe a baniſhed man for euer without comfort or conſolation: and with thoſe words the teares trickled down his cheekes right abundantly.Makduffe weepeth.

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