1:12:07
Fly, good Fleance, fly!
1:12:13
Fly!
1:12:21
Fly!
1:13:13
There's blood upon thy face.
1:13:19
- 'Tis Banquo's then.
- Is he despatched?
1:13:21
His throat is cut.
That I did for him.
1:13:25
Thou art the best of the cutthroats.
1:13:27
Yet he's good that did
the like for Fleance.
1:13:30
If thou didst that,
thou art the nonpareil.
1:13:33
Most royal sir, Fleance is escaped.
1:13:38
Then comes my fit again.
1:13:41
I had else been perfect, whole as
the marble, founded as the rock.
1:13:46
But now I am cabined, confined,
bound in to saucy doubts and fears.
1:13:51
- But Banquo's safe?
- Ay, my good lord.
1:13:53
Safe in a ditch he bides,
with 20 trenched gashes on his head.
1:13:59
There the grown serpent lies.