Incarnadine
(Knocking within)
Macbeth
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appalls me?
What hands are here? Hah they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all Neptune's ocean
wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this
my hand will rather
the multitudinous seas
incarnadine,
Making the green one red
Macbeth Act 2, scene 2, 54-60