Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
[Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman.]
I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no
truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her
rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her
closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it,
afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this
while in a most fast sleep.
A great perturbation in nature, — to receive at once the
benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching — In this
slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual
performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
You may to me; and 'tis most meet you should.
Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my
speech. Lo you, here she comes!
[Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper.]
This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe
her; stand close.
How came she by that light?
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her
You see, her eyes are open.
Ay, but their sense is shut.
What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.
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.
Yet here's a spot.
Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to
satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
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?
Do you mark that?
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