So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk.
Sec. Mur. A light, a light!
Third Mur. 'Tis he.
First Mur. Stand to 't.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a torch.
Ban. It will be rain to-night.
First Mur. Let it come down. 16
[They set upon Banquo.]
Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
[Dies. Fleance escapes.]
Third Mur. Who did strike out the light?
First Mur. Was 't not the way?
Third Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled.
Sec. Mur. We have lost 20
Best half of our affair.
First Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. Exeunt.
Scene Four
[A Room of State in the Palace]
Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first and last,
The hearty welcome.
Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host. 4
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
1 degrees: ranks
at first and last: once for all
5 state: canopied chair
