LADY MACBETH 
looking at her hands 
Shall I never be able 
to clean these hands? 
There's still 
human blood here. Thee perfumes 
of all Arabia could not clean 
this little hand. 
Alas! 

DOCTOR 
Is she moaning? 

LADY MACBETH 
Put on your 
 [bad word] on, wash yourself! 
Banquo is dead and no-one 
has [bad word] back from the grave. 

DOCTOR 
This too? 

LADY MACBETH 
To bed, to bed … 
What's done cannot be undone. 
Someone is [bad word] on, Macbeth, 
do not let your pallor accuse you. 

GENTLEWOMAN and DOCTOR 
Oh, horror! 
Lord, have mercy on her!