Lady.
I have seen her rise from her bed, throw
Her Night-Gown on her, unlock her Closet,
Take forth Paper, fold it, write upon't, read it,
Afterwards Seal it, and again return to Bed,
Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

Seat.
'Tis strange she should receive the Benefit
Of sleep, and do the Effects of waking.
In this disorder what at any time have
You heard her say?

Lady.
That Sir, which I will not report of her.

Seat.
You may to me; and 'tis most meet you shou'd.

Lady.
Neither to You, nor any one living;
Having no witness to confirm my Speech.

Enter Lady Macbeth.
See here she comes: observe her, and stand close.

Seat.
You see her eyes are open.

Lady.
Ay, But her Sense is shut.

Seat.
What is't she does now? Look how she rubs her hands:

Lady.
It is an accustom'd action with her to seem
Thus washing her hands: I have known
Her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

La. Macb.
Yet out, out, here's a spot.

Seat.
Heark, she speaks.

La. Macb.
Out, out, out I say. One, two: Nay then
'Tis time to do't: Fie my Lord, fy, a Souldier,
And affraid? What need we fear? Who knows it?
There's none dares call our Power to account:
Yet who would have thought the old Man had
So much Bloud in him.

Seat.
Do you mark that?

La. Macb.
Macduff had once a Wife; where is she now?
Will these hands ne're be clean? Fie my Lord,
You spoil all with this starting: Yet here's
a smell of bloud; not all the perfumes of Arabia
Will sweeten this little Hand. Oh, oh, oh. [Exit.

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