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Act 3, Scene 3 | The Tragedy of MacBeth | William Shakespeare | Lit2Go ETC

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The Tragedy of MacBeth

by William Shakespeare

Act 3, Scene 3

Additional Information
  • Year Published: 1607
  • Language: English
  • Country of Origin: England
  • Source: Richard Grant White, ed. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (New York: Sully and Kleinteich)
  • Readability:
    • Flesch–Kincaid Level: 11.0
  • Word Count: 243
  • Genre: Tragedy
  • Keywords: betrayal, envy, murder, power, revenge, tragedy
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SCENE. A park near the palace.

(Enter three Murderers)

First Murderer
But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Murderer
Macbeth.

Second Murderer
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just.

First Murderer
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

Third Murderer
Hark! I hear horses.

BANQUO
[Within] Give us a light there, ho!

Second Murderer
Then 'tis he: the rest
That are within the note of expectation
Already are i' the court.

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.

Second Murderer
A light, a light!

(Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch)

Third Murderer
'Tis he.

First Murderer
Stand to't.

BANQUO
It will be rain to-night.

First Murderer
Let it come down.
They set upon BANQUO

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

(Dies. FLEANCE escapes)

Third Murderer
Who did strike out the light?

First Murderer
Wast not the way?

Third Murderer
There's but one down; the son is fled.

Second Murderer
We have lost
Best half of our affair.

First Murderer
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

(Exeunt)