Lady Macbeth -

Give me the light. Give me the dark. Give me back the woman I killed to become this hollow, walking ghost.

That night—that terrible, beautiful night—I made myself into a creature of pure purpose. When Duncan slept, looking so much like a weary grandfather than a king, I did not hesitate. I would have done it myself. Do you hear me? I would have driven the blade home, had he not resembled my father as he slept. That was my only mercy. One single thread of mortal womanhood, frayed but unbroken. And then Macbeth—my soldier, my coward—he came back with his hands painted red and his mind already beginning to come apart. Lady Macbeth

Then the sleepwalking began.

How young I was. How monstrously, magnificently young. Give me the light