Act V scene 1
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- Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.
- Since his Majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
- I have two nights watched with you but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
- Lady Macbeth enters
- Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. --Why, it stood by her. She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command. --Ay, but their sense are shut.
- How came she by that light?--You see her eyes are open.
- Yet here's a spot.--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?--The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will these hands ne're be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. You mar all with this starting.
- What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.--Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.--Do you mark that?--Go to, go to. You have known what you should not.
- It is an accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.--She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has known.
- Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!
- What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.--Well, Well, Well.
- I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. -- Pray God it be, sir.
- 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. --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.
- This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.--Even so?
- Lady Macbeth exits
- Directly.--Good night, good doctor.
- Will she go now to bed?--Foul whisp' rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all. Look after her. Remove from her the means of all annoyance and still keep eyes upon her. So, good night. My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think but dare not speak.
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