'tis better thee without than he within. Is he dispatched?
My lord, his throat is cut, that I did or him.
Thou art the best o'th' cut-throats, et he's good that did the like for Fleance; if thou didst it, thou art nonpareil.
How can I tell him that Fleance Got away... Will he take my life?
The First Murderer takes a step back. He tries to conceal that he is frightened for his life.
Thou art the best o' th' cutthroats: Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
Will I live to see another day? Maybe if I was better, I wouldn't have let Fleance get away.
Macbeth sighs while processing his thoughts.
Most royal sir, Fleance is ’scaped.
How could this be?This would have never happened if I had done it myself.... I just need to calm down.
Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect, whole as the marble, founded as the rock, as broad and general as the casing air. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in. To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo’s safe?
Although I did not complete my duties to kill Fleance, I promise I will someday complete my task.
Although Macbeth is grateful that Banquo is dead with the reality of Banquo's son Fleance's escape, he continues to feel threatened by the witches' prophesy of the youth's rise to the throne.
Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenchèd gashes on his head, the least a death to nature.
Thanks for that. There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled hath nature that in time will venom breed; No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow We’ll hear ourselves again.