[Dunsinane. Anteroom 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 nightgown upon her,
unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read(5)
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 watching! In this slumbery
agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances,(10)
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 confirm my speech.(15)

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.(20)

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.

GENTLEWOMAN:

It is an accustomed action with her, to seem(25)
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.(30)

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 account? Yet who would
have thought the old man to have had so much blood in(35)
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(40)
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.

LADY MACBETH:

Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes(45)
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 dignity of the whole body.(50)

DOCTOR:

Well, well, well—

GENTLEWOMAN:

Pray God it be, sir.

DOCTOR:

This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have
known those which have walked in their sleep who have
died holily in their beds.(55)

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?

LADY MACBETH:

To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate.(60)
Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

Exit Lady.

DOCTOR:

Will she go now to bed?

GENTLEWOMAN:

Directly.

DOCTOR:

Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds(65)
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;
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.