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 practice: 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.]

DOCTOR:
Will she go now to bed?

GENTLEWOMAN:
Directly.

DOCTOR:
Foul whisperings 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 amaz'd my sight:
I think, but dare not speak.

GENTLEWOMAN:
Good-night, good doctor.

[Exeunt.]