Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note!
She affects not to understand him—perhaps does not—and she asks:
What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond
Which keeps me pale!—Light thickens; and the crow