1:00:02
- Fail not our feast.
- My lord, I will not.
1:00:10
We hear our bloody cousins are
in England and Ireland...
1:00:13
...not confessing
their cruel parricide.
1:00:16
But of that tomorrow. Hie you to
horse. Adieu till you return at night.
1:00:23
- Goes Fleance with you?
- Ay, my lord.
1:00:26
I wish your horses swift
and sure of foot. Farewell.
1:00:39
- Attend those men our leisure?
- They do.
1:00:42
Bring them before us.
1:00:45
To be thus is nothing,
but to be safely thus.
1:00:50
Our fears in Banquo stick deep.
In his royalty of nature...
1:00:55
...he hath a wisdom that doth guide
his valour to act in safety.
1:00:59
There is none but he
whose being do I fear.
1:01:02
And under him my genius is rebuked.
1:01:10
We'll keep ourself till suppertime
alone. Till then, God be with you.
1:01:18
He chid the sisters, when first
they put the name of king upon me...
1:01:23
... and bade them speak to him.
1:01:26
Then, prophet-like they hailed him...
1:01:30
... father to a line of kings.
1:01:33
Upon my head,
they placed a fruitless crown...
1:01:36
... and put a barren sceptre
in my grip.
1:01:39
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal
hand, no son of mine succeeding.
1:01:46
If it be so...
1:01:48
... for Banquo's sons
have I defiled my mind.
1:01:51
For them the gracious Duncan
have I murdered.
1:01:56
To make them kings.
The seeds of Banquo kings.