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...it must seem their guilt. [Exit. — Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? — How is 't with me , when every noise appals me? What hands are...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous reas incarnardine , Making the green one , red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. • Lady M. My...

...must seem their guilt. [Exit. — Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? — How is't M'ith me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green one, red4. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands...

...Macbeth shall sleep no more. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt5. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking?...mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood6 Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine 7, Making...

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...The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. [Exit. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one — red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. My hands...

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