1 Mur.
But who did 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 latest 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 a Light there, ho.

2 Mur.
Then 'tis 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, with a Torch.

2 Mur.
A Light, a Light.

3 Mur.
'Tis he.

1 Mur.
Stand to't.

Ban.
It will be rain to Night. [They fall upon Banquo and kill him; in the scuffle Fleance escapes.

1 Mur.
Let it come down.

Ban.
O, Treachery!
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly,
Thou may'st revenge. O Slave! [Dies.

3 Mur.
Who did strike out the Light?

1 Mur.
Was't not the way?

3 Mur.
There's but one down; the Son is fled.

2 Mur.
We have lost
Best half of our Affair.

1 Mur.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt.

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