Макбет
Scene II. The same.
Macbeth:Stillitcried‘sleepnomore!’toallthehouse:
‘Glamishathmurder’dsleep,andthereforeCawdor
Shallsleepnomore;Macbethshallsleepnomore.’
LadyMacbeth:Whowasitthatthuscried?Why,worthythane,
Youdounbendyournoblestrength,tothink
Sobrainsicklyofthings.Gogetsomewater,
Andwashthisfilthywitnessfromyourhand.
Whydidyoubringthesedaggersfromtheplace?
Theymustliethere:gocarrythem;andsmear
Thesleepygroomswithblood.
Macbeth:I’llgonomore:
IamafraidtothinkwhatIhavedone;
Lookon’tagainIdarenot.
LadyMacbeth:Infirmofpurpose!
Givemethedaggers:thesleepingandthedead
Arebutaspictures:’tistheeyeofchildhood
Thatfearsapainteddevil.Ifhedobleed,
I’llgildthefacesofthegroomswithal;
Foritmustseemtheirguilt.
Exit.Knockingwithin
Macbeth:Whenceisthatknocking?
Howis’twithme,wheneverynoiseappalsme?
Whathandsarehere?ha!theypluckoutmineeyes.
WillallgreatNeptune’soceanwashthisblood
Cleanfrommyhand?No,thismyhandwillrather
Themultitudinousseasinincarnadine,
Makingthegreenonered.
