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by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Yet here's a spot
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Language: English 
Lady Macbeth
Yet here's a spot.
Doctor 
Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes
 from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more
 strongly.
Lady Macbeth
Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- One: two: why, then, 
'tis time to do't. Hell is murky.  Fie, my 
lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear 
who knows it, when none can call our power to 
account?  Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
Doctor
Do you mark that?
Lady Macbeth
The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' 
that, my lord, no more o' that; you mar all with 
this starting. 
Doctor
Go to, go to. You have known what you should
 not.
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.

Available sung texts:   ← What is this?

•   A. Bauld •   J. Horovitz 

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Confirmed with William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Folger Shakespeare Library.


Text Authorship:

  • by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Macbeth, Act V, Scene 1 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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