Lady Macbeth
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.
Doctor
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Gentlewoman
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known.
Lady Macbeth
Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Doctor
What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
Gentlewoman
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
Doctor
Well, well, well—
Gentlewoman
Pray God it be, sir.
Doctor
This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.
Lady Macbeth
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave.