The same. A Park or Lawn, with a gate leading to the
[Enter three Murderers.]
But who did bid thee join with us?
He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just.
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.
Hark! I hear horses.
[Within.] Give us a light there, ho!
Then 'tis he; the rest
That are within the note of expectation
Already are i' the court.
His horses go about.
Almost a mile; but he does usually,
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk.
A light, a light!
[Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch.]
It will be rain to-night.
Let it come down.
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. — O slave!
[Dies. Fleance escapes.]
Who did strike out the light?
Was't not the way?
There's but one down: the son is fled.
We have lost best half of our affair.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.