L. Macb.  Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I am in blood

Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

My little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Double, double toil and trouble;