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To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I’ll come to you anon.
MURDERERS
We are resolved, my lord.
MACBETH
I’ll call upon you straight. Abide within.
Exeunt Murderers.
It is concluded! Banquo, thy soul’s flight, [140]
If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
Exit.
Scene II IT
Enter Macbeth’s Lady and a Servant.
LADY
Is Banquo gone from court?
SERVANT
Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
LADY
Say to the King I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
SERVANT
Madam, I will.
Exit.
LADY
