Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
Macb. What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
Macb. Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
Macb. Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
Macb. The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
Macb. Making the Greene one, Red.
Macb. Enter Lady.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
Lady. To weare a Heart so white.
Lady. Knocke.
Lady. I heare a knocking at the South entry:
Lady. Retyre we to our Chamber:
Lady. A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
Lady. How easie is it then? your Constancie
Lady. Hath left you vnattended.
Lady. Hearke, more knocking.
Lady. Get on your Night‑Gowne, least occasion call vs,
Lady. And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost