William Shakespeare - Out, Damned Spot! lyrics

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? 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 practise: 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. DOCTOR Even so? LADY MACBETH 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 DOCTOR Will she go now to bed? GENTLEWOMAN Directly. DOCTOR Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think, but dare not speak. GENTLEWOMAN Good night, good doctor. Exeunt