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.

…pertains to you alone.

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

And when goes hence?

Ring the alarum bell!

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

Come what come may.

beauteous and swift,

What's done is done.

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

And none serve with him but constrained things

greet Macbeth.

To bed.