Banquo
It will be rain to-night.
First Murderer
Let it come down.
They set upon Banquo .
Banquo
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
Dies. Fleance escapes.
Third Murderer
Who did strike out the light?
First Murderer
Was’t not the way?
Third Murderer
There’s but one down; the son is fled.