I have two nights watched with you, but can 2096perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last 2097walked?

Since his majesty went into the field, I have 2099seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown up2100on her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, 2101write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again re2102turn to bed, yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

A great perturbation in nature to receive at 2104once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching. 2105In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other 2106actual performances, what at any time have you heard 2107her say?

That, sir, which I will not report after her.

You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should.

Neither to you nor anyone, having no witness 2111to confirm my speech.

5.1.72112Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise and, up2113on my life, fast asleep. Observe her, stand close.

How came she by that light?

Why, it stood by her--she has light by her con2116tinually, 'tis her command.

You see her eyes are open.

Ay, but their sense are shut.

What is it she does now? 2120Look how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her to seem 2122thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in 2123this a quarter of an hour.

Yet here's a spot.

Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes 2126from her to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say. One, two, why 2128then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, 2129a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows 2130it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who 2131would have thought the old man to have had so much 2132blood in him?

Do you mark that?

The Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now? 2135What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o'that, 2136my lord, no more o'that. You mar all with this star2137ting.

Go to, go to. 2139You have known what you should not.

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure 2141of that. Heaven knows what she has known.

Here's the smell of the blood still: all the per2143fumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 2144Oh, oh, oh.

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

I would not have such a heart in my bosom 2147for the dignity of the whole body.

Well, well, well.

Pray God it be, sir.

This disease is beyond my practice, yet I have 2151known those which have walked in their sleep who have 2152died holily in their beds.

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, 2154look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried, 2155he cannot come out on's grave.

Even so?

To bed, to bed, there's knocking at the gate. 2158Come, come, come, come, give me your hand--what's 2159done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Will she go now to bed?

Directly.

Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds

5.1.332164Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds

5.1.342165To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

5.1.352166More needs she the divine than the physician.

5.1.362167God, God forgive us all. Look after her;

5.1.372168Remove from her the means of all annoyance

5.1.382169And still keep eyes upon her. So, goodnight,

5.1.392170My mind she has mated and amazed my sight.

5.1.402171I think, but dare not speak.

I think, but dare not speak. Good night, good doctor.