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Lady Macbeth 'Damned Spot'

Lady Macbeth is haunted by the blood on her hands from the murders she and her husband committed. She tries frantically to wash the blood away, insisting the blood is still visible. She descends into madness, reliving the murders and demanding that Macbeth stop worrying as what is done cannot be undone.

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Lady Macbeth 'Damned Spot'

Lady Macbeth is haunted by the blood on her hands from the murders she and her husband committed. She tries frantically to wash the blood away, insisting the blood is still visible. She descends into madness, reliving the murders and demanding that Macbeth stop worrying as what is done cannot be undone.

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Lady Macbeth

'Damned Spot'
Monologue taken from Macbeth Act 5, Scene 1,

William Shakespeare. 1623

LADY MACBETH:Yet here’s a spot.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!–One: two: why,

then, ’tis time to do’t.–Hell is murky!–Fie, my

lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we

fear who knows it, when none can call our power to

account?–Yet who would have thought the old man

to have had so much blood in him.

The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?

–What, will these hands ne’er be clean?–No more o’

that, my lord, no more o’ that: you mar all with

this starting.

Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the

perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little

hand. Oh, oh, oh!

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.

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!

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