Go AWAY, perle. You're part of the PROBLEM, not the solution. And nothing you can do to disavow any knowledge or involvement in this war can wash away the sins you've committed or the blood you caused to be unnecessarily shed. He's a regular Lady Macbeth.
GENTLEWOMAN.
Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my
speech. Lo you, here she comes!
(Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper.)
This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe
her; stand close.
DOCTOR.
How came she by that light?
GENTLEWOMAN.
Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her
command.
DOCTOR.
You see, her eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN.
Ay, but their sense is shut.
DOCTOR.
What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.
GENTLEWOMAN.
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her
hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
LADY MACBETH.
Yet here's a spot.
DOCTOR.
Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to
satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY MACBETH.
Out, damned 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 power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?
DOCTOR.
Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH.
The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?--What,
will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no
more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
DOCTOR.
Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
GENTLEWOMAN.
She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that:
heaven knows what she has known.
LADY MACBETH.
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes
of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Macbeth | Act V, Scene 1
http://www.enotes.com/macbeth-text/3365 Out, damned spot, indeed, mr. perle. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten YOUR little hand, EVER.