The deed hath been done...

Why? Why hath thy murdered the King? Doth thou have a reason for doing this deed, this horrible deed? The reason is not just, reason for doing this I have none. First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against deed; then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against the deep damnation of his taking-off, and pity, like a naked new born babe. He hath honor'd me late, why did thee pursue such a deed. Dearest wife, for it not your ambition and desire, I wouldst have pursu'd such a deed. Hath such a deed made me a man? The death o'thee Duncan, hath not made a man of thee, Macbeth. I fear that they have seen me, through the dark shadows, me, Macbeth, in hand a simple dagger and in mind Duncan's death. Me thought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep." Still it cried, "sleep no more!" To all the house. "Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more!" To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; look on't again I dare not.