Yet here's a spot... 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 account?
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him. 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. Here's the smell of the blood still:
all the perfumes of Arabia
will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! 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 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 I don't generally like a lot of Shakespeare's work, but I have to say that Macbeth is one of my favourite stories. It may be hugely innacurate, but the story itself is so powerful and compelling that it could almost be forgiven. As such, I felt that this was the single most powerful scene in the play, and Lady Macbeth is the most masterful female character Shakespeare conceived. The character arc that she goes through, from dominant and ambitious to vulnerable and insane, is a work of art in itself.