Exit Lady Macbeth.
And thus, as from the new commission of a frightful crime, she returns to her bed, there to tremble—and writhe and dream—and act over again and again the bloody drama.
Doctor. Will she now go to bed?
Gent. Directly.
Then the doctor, apparently excited out of his usual reserve, utters the thoughts which are passing in his mind.
Doct. 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.—
And then, profoundly impressed and shocked with what he has witnessed and discovered, he adds: