FIRST MURDERER. His horses go about. 

 THIRD MURDERER. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. 

Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch.

Banquo

Fleance

 SECOND MURDERER. A light, a light! 

 THIRD MURDERER. ’Tis he. 

 FIRST MURDERER. Stand to’t. 

 BANQUO. It will be rain tonight. 

 FIRST MURDERER. Let it come down. 

[Assaults Banquo.]

Banquo

 BANQUO. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge—O slave! 

[Dies. Fleance escapes.]

Fleance

 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. 

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