William Shakespeare: Macbeth, Act III, Scene III
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