How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes.
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.
-As I murdered Duncan for the throne of Scottland, it wasnt what i expected it to be. The blood from Duncan has made me have the feel of guilt. This guilt is stuck with me till my death and I cant take back what i had done.
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