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Macbeth, III. iv

So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

Make it their walk.

Sec. Mur. A light, a light!

Third Mur. 'Tis he.

First Mur. Stand to 't.

Ban. It will be rain to-night.

First Mur. Let it come down.

[They set upon Banquo.]

Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

[Dies. Fleance escapes.]

Third Mur. Who did strike out the light?

First Mur. Was 't not the way?

Third Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled.

Sec. Mur. We have lost

Best half of our affair.

First Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

Macb. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first and last,

The hearty welcome.

Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

Macb. Ourself will mingle with society

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time

 1 degrees: ranks

at first and last: once for all

5 state: canopied chair

