MACBETH. When? 

 LADY MACBETH. Now. 

 MACBETH. As I descended? 

 LADY MACBETH. Ay. 

 MACBETH. Hark!—Who lies i’ th’ second chamber? 

 LADY MACBETH. Donalbain. 

 MACBETH. This is a sorry sight. 

[Looking on his hands.]

 LADY MACBETH. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. 

 MACBETH. There’s one did laugh in’s sleep, and one cried, “Murder!” That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them. But they did say their prayers, and address’d them Again to sleep. 

 LADY MACBETH. There are two lodg’d together. 

 MACBETH. One cried, “God bless us!” and, “Amen,” the other, As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands. List’ning their fear, I could not say “Amen,” When they did say, “God bless us.” 

 LADY MACBETH. Consider it not so deeply. 

 MACBETH. But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”? I had most need of blessing, and “Amen” Stuck in my throat. 

 LADY MACBETH. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. 

 MACBETH. Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,”—the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast. 

 LADY MACBETH. What do you mean? 

 MACBETH. Still it cried, “Sleep no more!” to all the house: “Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more!” 

 LADY MACBETH. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do 

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