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.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

…pertains to you alone.

Ring the alarum bell!

And when goes hence?

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

What's done is done.

beauteous and swift,

And none serve with him but constrained things

Come what come may.

To bed.

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

greet Macbeth.