I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETH 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,
40 Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
42 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 murdered 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 think48
So brainsickly of things. Go get some water
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.50
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,59
For it must seem their guilt.