it is an accustomed action with her continue in this a quarter hour
she speaks . i will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly
out,dammed spot out, i say one two,why then 'tis time to do't hell is murky fie, my lord, fie a solider and afeard? what need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to accompt? yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
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
do you mark that?
ay, but their sense are shut
what is it she does now?look how she rubs her hands.