LADY MACBETH
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…