Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Lady. And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
Lady. Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
Lady. They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
Lady. The sleepie Groomes with blood.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. Ile goe no more:
Macb. I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
Macb. Looke on't againe, I dare not.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Infirme of purpose:
Lady. Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
Lady. Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child‑hood,
Lady. That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
Lady. Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
Lady. For it must seeme their Guilt.
Lady. Exit.
Lady. Knocke within.
Macb. Whence is that knocking?