Sleepwalking...

Last night I went sleepwalking...the blood on my hands, the clock striking, and my husband's reluctance put me further into anguish! Out, dam'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 though the old man to have had so much blood in him? I feel so guilty...What have I done? What have we done? What have kind of a man have I created?