So is he mine, and in such bloody distance, that every minute of his being thrusts against my near'st of life; and though i could with bare-faced power sweep him from my sight, and bid my my will avouch it, yet i must not, fro certain friends that are both his and mine, whose loves I may not drop, but wait is fall who i myself struck down. and thence it is that i to your assistance do make love, masking the business from the common yye, for sundry weighty reasons.
ACT 3. scene 1
We shall, my Lord, perform what you command us.
ACT 3. scene 3
O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly,fly,fly! Thou mayst revenge - O slave!
ACT 3. scene 4
This is the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which you said led you to Duncan. O! these flaws and starts, (Impostor to true fear), would well become a woman's story at a winter's fire, authorised by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done you look but on a stool.
Macbeth and his wife are now king and queen of Scotland. Banquo is suspicious of Macbeth but he remembers the witches prophecies and he is looking forward to seeing them be fulfilled. Macbeth invites Banquo to a feast where he will be the guest of honour. Before the feast is held Macbeth with two men who are hired to murder Banquo and his son Fleance. he accuses Banquo of all the catastrophe they have encountered.
Act 3. scene 6
The two hired murders meet with a third and set off to the park to attack Banquo and his son. They hear the sound of horses, meaning Banquo is arriving shortly. The three murders attack Banquo and kill him but Fleance is able to escape.
Lennox voices his scepticism about Macbeth to a Lord. It has become aware to Lennox that Malcolm and Donalbain have returned to England to gather and army.
Who cannot want the though how monstrous it was Malcolm and Donalbain to kill their gracious father? Damned fact, how it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight - in pious rage - the two delinquents tear, that were slaves drank, and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too.