1:39:02
What need we fear who knows it, when
none can call our power to account?
1:39:09
Yet who'd have thought the old man
to have so much blood in him?
1:39:14
Well, well!
1:39:16
The Thane of Fife had a wife.
1:39:20
Where is she now?
1:39:24
What, will these hands
ne'er be clean?
1:39:29
No more of that, my lord.
You mar all with this starting.
1:39:33
Go to. You have known
what you should not.
1:39:36
She has spoke what she should not,
I am sure of that.
1:39:40
Here's the smell of blood still.
1:39:47
All the perfumes of Arabia will not
sweeten this little hand.
1:39:59
What a sigh is there!
The heart is sorely charged.
1:40:04
Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown.
1:40:08
Look not so pale.
1:40:11
I tell you, Banquo's buried.
He cannot come out of his grave.
1:40:15
Even so?
1:40:18
To bed, to bed.
1:40:22
Come. Come.
1:40:25
Come, give me your hand.
1:40:28
What's done cannot be undone.
1:40:31
To bed, to bed.
1:40:37
More needs she the divine
than the physician.
1:40:41
God! God forgive us all.
1:40:45
Look after her. Remove from her means
of annoyance and keep eyes upon her.
1:40:52
- Good night.
- Good night, good doctor.