LADY Yet here’s a spot.
DOCTOR Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY 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 need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?