1:40:04
Wash your hands,
put on your nightgown.
1:40:08
Look not so pale.
1:40:11
I tell you, Banquo's buried.
He cannot come out of his grave.
1:40:15
Even so?
1:40:18
To bed, to bed.
1:40:22
Come. Come.
1:40:25
Come, give me your hand.
1:40:28
What's done cannot be undone.
1:40:31
To bed, to bed.
1:40:37
More needs she the divine
than the physician.
1:40:41
God! God forgive us all.
1:40:45
Look after her. Remove from her means
of annoyance and keep eyes upon her.
1:40:52
- Good night.
- Good night, good doctor.
1:41:11
How does your patient, doctor?
1:41:13
Not so sick, as she's troubled with
fancies that keep her from her sleep.
1:41:19
Cure her of that.
1:41:26
Canst thou not minister
to a mind diseased?
1:41:30
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow?
1:41:33
Raze out the written troubles
of the brain?
1:41:38
And with some sweet,
oblivious antidote...
1:41:43
...cleanse the bosom of that perilous
stuff which weighs upon the heart?
1:41:49
Therein the patient
must minister to himself.
1:41:55
Throw physic to the dogs.