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LADY MACBETH
Yet here's a spot.
Doctor
Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her,
to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY MACBETH
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't.
Hell is murky!
Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
What need we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
Doctor
Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH
The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that:
you mar all with this starting.
Doctor
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Gentlewoman
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that:
heaven knows what she has known.
LADY MACBETH
Here's the smell of the blood still:
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Oh, oh, oh!
Doctor
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
Gentlewoman
I would not have such a heart in my bosom
for the dignity of the whole body.
Doctor
Well, well, well…
Gentlewoman
Pray God it be, sir.
Doctor
This disease is beyond my practise:
yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep
who have died holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETH
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown;
look not so pale.
I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried;
he cannot come out on's grave.
Doctor
Even so?
LADY MACBETH
To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, to bed!
Exit