Doctor
How came she by that light?
Gentlewoman
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; ’tis her command.
Doctor
You see, her eyes are open.
Gentlewoman
Ay, but their sense is shut.
Doctor
What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gentlewoman
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady Macbeth
Yet here’s a spot.
Doctor
Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Lady Macbeth
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 we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
Doctor
Do you mark that?