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 anyone; having no witness to confirm my speech.
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.
DOCTOR.
You see, her eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN.
Ay, but their sense are shut.
DOCTOR.
What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.