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Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 3


            Enter three MURDERERS.

       First Murderer
  1    But who did bid thee join with us?

       Third Murderer
                                                                Macbeth.

       Second Murderer
  2    He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
  3    Our offices and what we have to do
  4    To the direction just.

       First Murderer
                                      Then stand with us.
  5    The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day;  
  6    Now spurs the lated traveller apace
  7    To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
  8    The subject of our watch.

       Third Murderer
                                                Hark! I hear horses.

       BANQUO (From offstage.)
  9    Give us a light there, ho!

       Second Murderer
                                                Then 'tis he; the rest
 10    That are within the note of expectation
 11    Already are i' the court.

       First Murderer
                                              His horses go about.

       Third Murderer
 12    Almost a mile: but he does usually,
 13    So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
 14    Make it their walk.

       Second Murderer
                                      A light, a light!

            Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch.

       Third Murderer
                                                                    'Tis he.

       First Murderer
 15    Stand to't.

       BANQUO
 16    It will be rain to-night.

       First Murderer
                                                Let it come down.

            [They set upon Banquo.]

       BANQUO
 17    O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
 18    Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

            [Dies. Fleance escapes.]

       Third Murderer
 19    Who did strike out the light?

       First Murderer
                                                      Wast not the way?

       Third Murderer
 20    There's but one down; the son is fled.

       Second Murderer
                                                                  We have lost  
 21    Best half of our affair.

       First Murderer
 22    Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

          Exeunt.

       

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