Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes fromher, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
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 wefear who knows it, when none can call our power toaccount?--Yet who would have thought the old manto have had so much blood in him.
Do you mark that?
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 withthis starting.
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure ofthat: heaven knows what she has known.
Here's the smell of the blood still: all theperfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this littlehand. Oh, oh, oh!
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for thedignity of the whole body.
Pray God it be, sir.
This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have knownthose which have walked in their sleep who have diedholily in their beds.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not sopale.--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'sdone cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!