Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.