:53:08
What's the business,
that a hideous trumpet calls...
:53:11
...to parley the sleepers
of the house? Speak!
:53:15
Gentle lady, 'tis not for you
to hear what I speak.
:53:19
Banquo, our royal master's murdered.
:53:23
Woe, alas!
:53:26
What, in our house?
:53:30
Too cruel anywhere.
:53:34
I prithee, contradict thyself,
and say it is not so.
:53:38
Had I but died before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time.
:53:42
There is nothing serious in mortality.
:53:45
All is but toys.
Renown and grace is dead.
:53:48
- What is amiss?
- You are, and do not know it.
:53:53
Your royal father's murdered.
:54:04
By whom?
:54:05
Those of his chambers, it seemed,
had done it.
:54:08
They were all badged with blood.
So were their daggers.
:54:12
O, yet I do repent me of my fury
that I did kill them.
:54:29
Wherefore did you so?
:54:32
Who can be wise, amazed,
temperate and furious...
:54:35
...loyal and neutral
in a moment? No man!
:54:38
Here lay Duncan,
his skin laced with his blood.
:54:42
There the murderers, steeped
in the colours of their trade.
:54:46
Who could refrain,
that had a heart to love?
:54:50
And in that heart, courage
to make his love known?