( be the girl) i was kidnapped a week ago. I was chained up and was in a white night gown. The kidnapper comes in the room. He sits in front of me with a sly smirk on his face. He slides his hand up my dress and rubs my inner thigh.
Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.’Act 5 Scene 1 Lady macbeth has not been able to "wash" away her guilt she said no matter what she does she could never get that off