"Since I'm king, I could simply use my power to get rid of him. But I can't do that, because he and I have friends in common whom I need, so I have to be able to moan and cry over his death in public even though I'll be the one who had him killed. That's why I need your help right now."
" We have decided, my lord. We're in."
"What's to be done?"
"But in them nature's copy's not eterme"
"Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale"
"Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his, Fleance, lives"
"There's comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund"
Fleance survives and Banquo dies. Banquo tells Fleance to run away and to take revenge later for his father's death
The murders meet in the woods and wait for Banquo and Fleance
LMB: " Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. The fit is monetary: upon a thought He will again be well"
Ross: "Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well"
Macbeth: "Which of you have done this?"
"(to ghost) Thou canst not say I did. Never shake thy gory locks at me"
Lords: "What, my good lord"
Lennox: " Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?"
First witch: " Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.
" And that distilled by magic sleights Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion"
Hecate: " Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms"