Macbeth Act 2 Scene 2
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- This is a sorry sight.
- One servant laughed in his sleep, and one cried, “murder!” so that they woke each other up. I stood and listened, butthey just said their prayers and fell back asleep.
- That's a foolish thing to say, that it's a "sorry sight."
- Malcolm and Donalbain are asleep in the same room.
- One servant cried, “God bless us!” and the other said, “Amen,” as if they’d seen me with my blood-stained hands. Though I heard the fear in their voices, I couldn’t respond “Amen,” when they said, “God bless us!”
- But why couldn’t I say “Amen?” I needed God’s blessing most profoundly, but the word “Amen” got stuck in my throat.
- Try not to think about it so much.
- We must not think in that way about what we’ve done. Thinking that way will drive us crazy.
- I thought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! Macbeth murders sleep.” Sleep is the main and most nourishing course in the feast of life.
- The voice cried and cried, “Sleep no more!” to the entire house. “Glamis has murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor will sleep no more. Macbeth will sleep no more.”
- What's your meaning?
- Oh, my noble thane, you make yourself weak and unable to act when you think so obsessively about things. Go get some water and wash this filthy evidence from your hands. Why did you bring these daggers from the room? They must remain there. Go return them and smear the sleeping servants with the blood.
- You weakling! Give me the daggers. Dead and sleeping people are as harmless as pictures: it’s childish to fear a scary painting. If Duncan is still bleeding, I’ll cover the faces of the servants with the blood. They must appear to beguilty.
- I won’t go back. I’m afraid just to think about what I’ve done. I don’t dare to look at it again.
- Where is that knocking coming from? What’s wrong with me, that every noise terrifies me? Whose hands are these? Ha! They’re plucking out my eyes. Could even all the water in the ocean wash this blood from my hands? No, my hands would instead stain the seas crimson, turning the green water entirely red.
- KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
- My hands are red like yours, but I’d be ashamed if my heartwere as bloodless and cowardly as yours.
- KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
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