“There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,/The nearer bloody./This murderous shaft that’s shot/Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way/Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,/And let us not be dainty of leave-taking/But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft/Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.” (2.3.165-172)
“They were suborned./Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons,/Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them/Suspicion of the deed.” (2.4.35-38)
“Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up/Thine own lives’ means. Then ’tis most like/The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth./He is already named and gone to Scone/To be invested.” (2.4.40-44)
