| ACT V SCENE I | 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 | 5 |
| | 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 | |
| | the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of | 10 |
| | 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. | 15 |
| Gentlewoman | Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to | |
| | 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? | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| | 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 | |
| | lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we | |
| | fear who knows it, when none can call our power to | 35 |
| | 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' | 40 |
| | 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. | 45 |
| 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 | 50 |
| | 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 | 55 |
| | 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? | 60 |
| 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. | 65 |
| 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; | 70 |
| | 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. | 75 |
| | Exeunt | |