Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep—the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
Lady Macbeth starts getting frustrated with his behavior
Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more. Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Still it cried, “Sleep no more!” to all the house.
She reminds them that his blood is on both their hands
The sleepy grooms with blood. They must lie there. Go carry them and smear Why did you bring these daggers from the place? And wash this filthy witness from your hand. So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, You do unbend your noble strength to think Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane
Lady Macbeth takes matters into her own hands
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Look on ’t again I dare not. I am afraid to think what I have done; I’ll go no more:
So poorly in your thoughts. And show us to be watchers. Be not lost Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us Hark! More knocking.
To wear a heart so white.My hands are of your color, but I shame
She warns Macbeth about others approaching
They exit and return to their chambers
Lady Macbeth tell Macbeth not to worry
Alas, they are but to capture me! I am doomed, Lord, what hast I done!
I'd rather fall unconscious this moment than to think about the horrendous deed I committed.