Scene
SCENE changes to a Park; the Castle at a Distance.
Enter three Murderers.
1 Mur.
But who bid thee join with us?
3 Mur.
Macbeth.
2 Mur.
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.
1 Mur.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
3 Mur.
Hark, I hear horses.
Banquo within.]
Give us lights, there, ho!
2 Mur.
Then it is he; the rest,
That are within the note of expectation,
Already are i'th' court.
1 Mur.
His horses go about.
3 Mur.
Almost a mile: but he does usually,
(So all men do,) from hence to th' palace gate,
Make it their walk.
Enter Banquo and Fleance.
1 Mur.
'Tis he. Follow me.
[Exeunt.
[A clash of swords, they assault Banquo.
Ban.
Oh, treachery!
[Within.
Fly, Fleance; fly, fly, fly,
Thou may'st revenge. Oh slave!
[Dies.
[Fleance runs across the stage, and escapes.
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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
