Each line in Lady Macbeth’s monologue reveals a layered sense of ... No amount of perfume from Arabia could make this small hand smell sweet again. Oh, oh, oh!” She has blood on her hands.

Lady Macbeth: 'Be innocent of the knowledge dearest chuck', what knowledge is there now that I can be innocent of? Innocent, the eyes of one who sees the corpse of a king, smoothly hacked at like ...