Lady Macbeth

• unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe topfull of direst cruelty
• look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it
• my hands are of your colour but I shame to wear a heart so white
• a little water clears us of this deed
• whats done is done
• are you a man?
• heres the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand
• Out, damned spot! out, i say!