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Unformatted text preview: 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. O, O, O! Doctor What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charg’d. 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 practise; yet I have known those which have walk’d 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 Lady Macbeth...
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This note was uploaded on 10/17/2011 for the course OA 110 taught by Professor Staff during the Spring '10 term at Community College of Philadelphia.
- Spring '10
- Macbeth, Blood, Lady Macbeth, Gentlewoman