Macbeth

by: William Shakespeare

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LADY MACBETH

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

LADY MACBETH

You haven’t slept.

MACBETH

Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
150We are yet but young in deed.

MACBETH

Yes, let’s go to sleep. My strange self-delusions just come from inexperience. We’re still just beginners when it comes to crime.
Exeunt
They exit.