The alcohol that got the servants drunk has made me bold. Listen! Quiet! Macbeth must be killing the king right now. The doors to Duncan’s chamber are open, and the drunk servants make a fool of their jobs by snoring instead of protecting the king. I put drugs in their drinks so that you can’t tell if they’re alive or dead.
The Deed is Done
The voice kept crying, “Sleep no more!” to everyone in the house. “Macbeth has murdered sleep, and therefore Macbeth will sleep no more.”
Go get some water and wash this bloody evidence from your hands. Why did you carry these daggers out of the room? They have to stay there. Go take them back and smear the sleeping guards with the blood.
Coward! Give me the daggers. Dead and sleeping people can’t hurt you any more than pictures can. Only children are afraid of scary pictures. If Duncan bleeds I’ll paint the servants' faces with his blood. We must make it seem like they’re guilty.
I can’t go back. I’m afraid even to think about what I’ve done.
Rather than have to think about my crime, I’d prefer to be completely unconscious.
My hands are as red as yours, but I would be ashamed if my heart were as pale and weak.