:46:09
If he do bleed...
:46:12
...l'll gild the faces
of the grooms withal...
:46:15
...for it must seem their guilt.
:46:45
Whence is that knocking?
:46:49
How is it with me,
when every noise appals me?
:47:03
What hands are here?
They pluck out mine eyes!
:47:09
Will great Neptune's ocean wash
this blood clean from my hand?
:47:13
No, this my hand will rather...
:47:18
...the multitudinous seas
incarnadine...
:47:22
...making the green one red.
:47:31
My hands are of your colour...
:47:37
...but I scorn to wear
a heart so white.
:47:43
A little water clears us of this deed.
:47:49
How easy is it, then!
:47:59
Retire we to our chamber.