GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known. 

 LADY MACBETH. Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! 

 DOCTOR. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. 

 GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. 

 DOCTOR. Well, well, well. 

 GENTLEWOMAN. Pray God it be, sir. 

 DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. 

 LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave. 

 DOCTOR. Even so? 

 LADY MACBETH. To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. 

[Exit.]

 DOCTOR. Will she go now to bed? 

 GENTLEWOMAN. Directly. 

 DOCTOR. Foul whisp’rings 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.— God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight. I think, but dare not speak. 

 GENTLEWOMAN. Good night, good doctor. 

[Exeunt.]

 SCENE II. The Country near Dunsinane.

Enter, with drum and colours Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox and Soldiers.

Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox

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