![]() MACBETH To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers. Knocking within I hear a knocking At the south entry: retire we to our chamber A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it, then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended. Re-enter LADY MACBETH LADY MACBETH My hands are of your colour but I shame To wear a heart so white. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Knocking within MACBETH Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal For it must seem their guilt. Lady Macbeth, who on the other hand is fiercely determined, tries to make him react but then decides to act in his place and goes to the kings room to take. LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. MACBETH I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not. ![]() Macbeth also realizes this himself after the murder and says, Macbeth has murdered sleep, and therefore, Macbeth shall sleep no more (. And hence he is no longer allowed to sleep. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Since Macbeth has done a deed of great evil, murdering Duncan, Macbeth is no longer innocent. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. MACBETH Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,- LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more Macbeth shall sleep no more.' LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought After these ways so, it will make us mad. MACBETH But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
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