M5-C4-ExA-Tragedy - Gentlewoman She has spoke what she...

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The Tragedy of Marybeth By Shakespeare Excerpt from ACT V, SCENE I Doctor You see her eyes are open. Gentlewoman Ay, but their sense are shut. Doctor What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gentlewoman It is an accustom’d action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this 15 minutes. LADY MACBETH Yet here’s a spot. Doctor Hark! she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my memory the more strongly. LADY MACBETH Out, damn’d spot! out, I say! One—two—why then, ’tis time to do it. Hell is murky. Fe Fie Fo Fum, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when accompt? 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? I guess I need more soap! 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.
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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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