First Murderer
’Tis Banquo’s then.
Macbeth
’Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch’d?
First Murderer
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Macbeth
Thou art the best o’ the cut-throats: yet he’s good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
First Murderer
Most royal sir,
Fleance is ’scaped.
Macbeth
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,