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