Here's the smell of the blood still:all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.Oh,oh,oh! Doctor What a sigh is there!The heart is sorely charged. 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 walked 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] Doctor Will she go now to bed? Gentlewoman Directly Doctor Foul whisperings are abroad:unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles:infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician. God,God forgive us all!Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her.So,good night: My mind she has mated,and amazed my sight. I think,but dare not speak. Gentlewoman Good night,good doctor. [Exeunt]Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! Doctor What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. 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 walked 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] Doctor Will she go now to bed? Gentlewoman Directly. Doctor Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think, but dare not speak. Gentlewoman Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt]