MACBETH.
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most,
I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness; and with him, —
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work, —
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.
BOTH MURDERERS.
We are resolv'd, my lord.
MACBETH.
I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
[Exeunt Murderers.]
It is concluded: — Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
[Exit.]
