These deeds must not be thought After these ways;so,it will make us mad. MACBETH Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep',the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life,sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds,great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,-- LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH Still it cried 'Sleep no more!'to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep,and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more;Macbeth shall sleep no more.' LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried?Why,worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength,to think So brainsickly of things.Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there:go carry them;and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACBETH I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers:the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures:'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt [Exit.Knocking within] MACBETH Whence is that knocking? How is't with me,when every noise appals me? What hands are here?ha!they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?No,this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, Making the green one red. [Re-enter LADY MACBETHThese deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, -- LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.' LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACBETH I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within] MACBETH Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, Making the green one red. [Re-enter LADY MACBETH]