"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, will these
hands ne'er be clean? . . . .Here's the smell of the blood still: all the pefumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Oh! oh! oh!"
------------------Lady Macbeth, Act V, scene I.
LADY MACBETH |

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