Out, damn'd spot

Lady Macbeth:

Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then

'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and

afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our

pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to

have had so much blood in him?

Macbeth Act 5, scene 1, 26–40

So I used to wash my delicates by hand. What d…