Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs
her hands.
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus 25
washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a
quarter of an hour.
Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Doct. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes
from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.[4510] 30
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two:
why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord,[4511]
fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows[4512][4513]
it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who[4513]
would have thought the old man to have had so much 35
blood in him?[4514]
Doct. Do you mark that?
Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she[4515]
now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more
o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this[4516] 40
starting.
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should[4517]
not.
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
that: heaven knows what she has known. 45
Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the[4518]
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh,
oh, oh!