Macbeth: ‘a false
creation
proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?’ 2.1
Macbeth: ‘the innocent
sleep,
sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care’ 2.2
Macbeth: Macbeth shall sleep
no more’ 2.2
Macbeth: Will all great
Neptune’s Ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand?’ 2.2
Lady Macbeth: ‘A little water
clears us of this deed’ 2.2