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Macbeth, II. iii

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

Lady M. My hands are of your colour, but I shame

To wear a heart so white.—

I hear a knocking

At the south entry; retire we to our chamber;

A little water clears us of this deed;

How easy is it, then! Your constancy

Hath left you unattended.

Hark! more knocking.

Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,

And show us to be watchers. Be not lost

So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed 'twere best not know myself.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man

were porter of hell-gate he should have old

turning the key. Knock. Knock, knock, knock!

Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub?

Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the

expectation of plenty: come in time; have

napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat

 62 incarnadine: redden

70 night-gown: dressing-gown

73 To know my deed: if I must be aware of my deed  2 old: endless

5 farmer; cf. n.

6 come in time: welcome

7 napkins: handkerchiefs

enow: enough

