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ACT 5, SCENE 1
Setting: Dunsinane. Ante–room in the castle.
[Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting–Gentlewoman]
| Doctor | I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive | |
| no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? | ||
| Gentlewoman | Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen | |
| her rise from her bed, throw her night–gown upon | ||
| her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, | ||
| write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again | ||
| return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. | ||
| Doctor | A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once | 10 |
| the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of | ||
| watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her | ||
| walking and other actual performances, what, at any | ||
| time, have you heard her say? | ||
| Gentlewoman | That, sir, which I will not report after her. | |
| Doctor | You may to me: and 'tis most meet you should. | |
| Gentlewoman | Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to | 20 |
| confirm my speech. | ||
| [Enter LADY MACBETH, with a taper] | ||
| Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; | ||
| and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. | ||
| Doctor | How came she by that light? | |
| Gentlewoman | Why, it stood by her: she has light by her | |
| continually; 'tis her command. | ||
| Doctor | You see, her eyes are open. | |
| Gentlewoman | Ay, but their sense is shut. | |
| Doctor | What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. | 30 |
| 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. | |
| Doctor | Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from | |
| her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. | ||
| LADY MACBETH | Out, damned spot! out, I say!––One: two: why, | |
| then, 'tis time to do't.––Hell is murky!––Fie, my | 40 | |
| 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. | 50 | |
| 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. | 60 |
| 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 | 70 | |
| 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 | 80 | |
| 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] |