Thursday, September 11, 2008
ACT 3 SCENE 2
LADY MACBETH
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
ACT 5 SCENE 1
LADY MACBETH
To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!
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9/11/2008 04:58:00 AM
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