Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ the time, The moment on’t; for’t must be done to-night, And something from the palace; always thought That I require a clearness: and with him⁠— 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.

I’ll call upon you straight: abide within. Exeunt Murderers . It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul’s flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. Exit.