Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 1

          Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.

  1    I have two nights watched with you, but can
  2    perceive no truth in your report. When was it
  3    she last walked?

  4    Since his majesty went into the field, I have
  5    seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown
  6    upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold
  7    it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again
  8    return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

  9    A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
 10    the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
 11    watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
 12    walking and other actual performances, what, at any
 13    time, have you heard her say?

 14    That, sir, which I will not report after her.

 15    You may to me, and 'tis most meet you
 16    should.

 17    Neither to you nor any one; having no witness
 18    to confirm my speech.

          Enter LADY [MACBETH], with a taper.

 19    Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and,
 20    upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.

 21    How came she by that light?

 22    Why, it stood by her. She has light by her
 23    continually; 'tis her command.

 24    You see, her eyes are open.

 25    Ay, but their sense is shut.

 26    What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs
 27    her hands.

 28    It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus
 29    washing her hands. I have known her continue in
 30    this a quarter of an hour.

 31    Yet here's a spot.

 32    Hark! she speaks. I will set down what comes
 33    from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more
 34    strongly.

 35    Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why,
 36    then, 'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my
 37    lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
 38    fear who knows it, when none can call our power
 39    to account?—Yet who would have thought the old
 40    man to have had so much blood in him?

 41    Do you mark that?

 42    The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?—
 43    What, will these hands ne'er be clean?—No more o'
 44    that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
 45    this starting.

 46    Go to, go to; you have known what you should
 47    not.

 48    She has spoke what she should not, I am sure
 49    of that; heaven knows what she has known.

 50    Here's the smell of the blood still. All the
 51    perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this
 52    little hand. O, O, O!

 53    What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely
 54    charg'd.

 55    I would not have such a heart in my bosom
 56    for the dignity of the whole body.

 57    Well, well, well.

 58    Pray God it be, sir.

 59    This disease is beyond my practise; yet I
 60    have known those which have walked in
 61    their sleep who have died holily in their beds.

 62    Wash your hands, put on your nightgown;
 63    look not so pale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo's
 64    buried; he cannot come out on's grave.

 65    Even so?

 66    To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
 67    come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
 68    done cannot be undone.—To bed, to bed, to bed!

          Exit Lady.

 69    Will she go now to bed?

 70    Directly.

 71    Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds
 72    Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds
 73    To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
 74    More needs she the divine than the physician.
 75    God, God forgive us all! Look after her;
 76    Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
 77    And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
 78    My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
 79    I think, but dare not speak.

                                         Good night, good doctor.