Enter three Murderers
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just.
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.
Then 'tis he: the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i' the court.
Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch
They set upon Banquo
Dies. Fleance escapes