THIRD MURDERER.
'Tis he.
FIRST MURDERER.
Stand to't.
[Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch.]
BANQUO.
It will be rain to-night.
FIRST MURDERER.
Let it come down.
[Assaults Banquo.]
BANQUO.
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. — O slave!
[Dies. Fleance escapes.]
THIRD MURDERER.
Who did strike out the light?
FIRST MURDERER.
Was't not the way?
THIRD MURDERER.
There's but one down: the son is fled.
SECOND MURDERER.
We have lost best half of our affair.
FIRST MURDERER.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
[Exeunt.]
