Act II, Scene 2 Quotes — Macbeth

Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! / Macbeth does murder sleep,”—the innocent sleep; / Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, / The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, / Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, / Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas incarnadine, / Making the green one red.

A little water clears us of this deed: / How easy is it then!

List’ning their fear, I could not say “Amen,” / When they did say, “God bless us.”

These deeds must not be thought / After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

The sleeping and the dead / Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil.

I have done the deed.—Didst thou not hear a noise?

Had he not resembled / My father as he slept, I had done’t.—