Doct. Do you mark that?
Lady M. 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. 49
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what
you should not.
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I
am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has
known. 54
Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still:
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this
little hand. Oh! oh! oh! 57
Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is
sorely charged.
Gent. I would not have such a heart in my
bosom for the dignity of the whole body. 61
Doct. Well, well, well.
Gent. Pray God it be, sir.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice:
yet I have known those which have walked in
their sleep who have died holily in their beds. 66
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your
night-gown; look not so pale. I tell you yet
again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out
on 's grave.
Doct. Even so? 71
Lady M. To bed, to bed: there's knocking
at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me
your hand. What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit Lady.
50 Go to: come, come
61 dignity: i.e., queenly rank
