It’s better you don’t know about it until after it’s done, when you can applaud it. Come, night, and blindfold the kindhearted day. Use your bloody and invisible hand to tear up Banquo’s lease on life, which keeps me in fear. The sky’s getting dark, and the crow is returning home to the woods. The gentle creatures of the day are falling asleep, while night’s predators are waking up to look for their prey. You seem surprised at my words, but don’t question me yet. Bad deeds force you to commit more bad deeds. So please, come with me.