Wash your hands, 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, give me your hand! What's done cannot be undone.
This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their bed.
Good night, good doctor.
Rumors are going around. Unnatural deeds do troubles. Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. She needs a priest more than a doctor. Look after her; remove from the means of all annoyance, and still keep eyes upon her. So good night. Her actions shocked me, but I will never tell a word.
The doctor tells the attendant he can't help Lady Macbeth, her disorder is beyond his abilities. Lady Macbeth speaks once more before going back to bed.
After speaking to the attendant one more time, the doctor leaves the attendant to watch Lady Macbeth. (End of scene 1 of Act 5)