The Tragedy of Macbeth

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

[younger thane] Horror! Horror! Horror!

something wicked this way comes.

All hail.

Psst, psst, psst.

What soldiers, whey-face?

Thou shalt not live.

ditch-delivered by a drab.

What's done cannot be undone.

Never shake thy gory locks at me!

-[screams, grunts] -[grunts]

[younger thane] Banquo. Banquo.

And when goes hence?

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

…pertains to you alone.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

Ring the alarum bell!

Come what come may.

What's done is done.

And none serve with him but constrained things

To bed.

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

greet Macbeth.

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

beauteous and swift,