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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 incarnadine , Making the green one red . Enter Lady Macbeth . LADY MACBETH . My hands are of your color , but I shame To wear a heart so white . [ Knocking within . ] I hear knocking At the south entry : — retire we to our chamber . A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended . — [ Knocking within . ] Hark , more knocking . Get on your nightgown , lest occasion call us And show us to be watchers . Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts . MACBETH . To know my deed , ’ twere best not know myself . [ Knocking within . ] Wake Duncan with thy knocking ! I would thou couldst ! [ Exeunt . ] SCENE III . The same . Enter a Porter . Knocking within . PORTER . Here’s a knocking indeed ! If a man were porter of hell gate , he should have old turning the key . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock , knock . Who’s there , i ’ th ’ name of Belzebub ? Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty : come in time ; have napkins enow about you ; here you’ll sweat for’t . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock ! Who’s there , i ’ th ’ other devil’s name ? Faith , here’s an equivocator , that could swear in both the scales against either scale , who committed treason enough for God’s sake , yet could not equivocate to heaven : O , come in , equivocator . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock , knock ! Who’s there ? Faith , here’s an English tailor come hither , for stealing out of a French hose : come in , tailor ; here you may roast your goose . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock . Never at quiet ! What are you ? — But this place is too cold for hell . I’ll devil - porter it no further : I had thought to have let in some of all professions , that go the primrose way to th ’ everlasting bonfire . [ Knocking . ] Anon , anon ! I pray you , remember the porter . [ Opens the gate . ] Enter Macduff and Lennox . MACDUFF . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie so late ?
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