they are. 

 LADY MACBETH. You must leave this. 

 MACBETH. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. 

 LADY MACBETH. But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne. 

 MACBETH. There’s comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown His cloister’d flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. 

 LADY MACBETH. What’s to be done? 

 MACBETH. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!—Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to th’ rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee still; Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, pr’ythee, go with me. 

[Exeunt.]

 SCENE III. The same. A Park or Lawn, with a gate leading to the Palace.

Enter three Murderers.

Murderers

 FIRST MURDERER. But who did bid thee join with us? 

 THIRD MURDERER. Macbeth. 

 SECOND MURDERER. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just. 

 FIRST MURDERER. 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. 

 THIRD MURDERER. Hark! I hear horses. 

 BANQUO. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 

 SECOND MURDERER. Then ’tis he; the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i’ th’ court. 

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