of your family
Burried dead
In a nameless grave
My lust for blood
Will make me safe
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I've cried a thousand tears
In the shadows of the lonely night
As the tears run dry
You tyrant
I know that I must fight
[Gentlewoman:] Lo you, here she comes. This is her very
guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her. Stand
close.
[Doctor:] You see her eyes are open.
[Gentlewoman:] Ay, but their sense are shut.
[Doctor:] What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her
hands.
[Gentlewoman:] 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.
[Lady Macbeth:] Yet here's a spot. Out, damned spot; out, I
say. 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? ... Macduff 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. No more
[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.
[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. To bed, to bed. There's a
knocking at the gate. Come, give me your hand. What's done
cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
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