if he 'scape heaven forgive him too. come to the english king our power is ready. our lack is nothing but our leave. macbeth is ripe for shaking. in this slumbery agitation what, at any time, did you hear her say? that, sir, which i would not report after her. this is her very guise. and upon my life, fast asleep. how came she by that light? it stood by her. it stands by her continually 'tis her command. 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? do you mark that? 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. go to, go to--you have known what you should not. here's the smell of the blood still. all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand. oh, oh, oh. this disease is beyond my practice. wash your hands. put on y