I have two nights watched with you, but can
no truth in your report. When was it she last
Since his majesty went into the field, I have
her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon
her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold
write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and
return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides
walking and other actual performances, what, at
time, have you heard her say?
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should.
Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to
confirm my speech.
[Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper]
Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise;
and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her;
How came she by that light?
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her
continually; 'tis her command.
You see, her eyes are open.
Ay, but their sense is shut.
What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem
washing her hands: I have known her continue in
this a quarter of an hour.
Yet here's a spot.
Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes
her, to satisfy my remembrance the more
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie,
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
Do you mark that?
The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
Go to, go to; you have known what you should
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. Oh, oh, oh!
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for
dignity of the whole body.
Well, well, well,--
Pray God it be, sir.
This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have
those which have walked in their sleep who have
holily in their beds.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not
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.
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!
Will she go now to bed?
Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their
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.
Good night, good doctor.