The Tragedy of Macbeth

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

[younger thane] Horror! Horror! Horror!

something wicked this way comes.

All hail.

What soldiers, whey-face?

Psst, psst, psst.

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.

Ring the alarum bell!

…pertains to you alone.

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

And when goes hence?

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

To bed.

beauteous and swift,

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

And none serve with him but constrained things

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

Come what come may.

What's done is done.

greet Macbeth.