August 21st, 2020 
Here is the extract for the essay (from Act 2: Scene 2):
MACBETH
Ill go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look ont again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers! The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures: tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
Ill gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.
Exit.
A knocking is heard.
MACBETH
Whence is that knocking?
How ist with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptunes ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Re-enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your colour but I shame
To wear a heart so white!
(Knocking heard again)
I hear a knocking
At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber.
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it then! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.
(Knocking again) Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts!
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