Macbeth - Act III Scene III


Note: Our version is in blue. The original version is in red.

Murderer 1(OJ): Yannick
Murderer 2: Corrie
Murderer 3: Jenny Ann
Banquo: Jason
Fleance: Carl

[Setting: woods outside castle.]
A park near the palace.

OJ: Man, who told you to join us?
Murderer 1: But who did bid thee join with us?

M3: Macbeth.
Murderer 3: Macbeth

OJ: We donít need any more people in on this because I may not get off as easy as when I killed Macgoldman and lady Nicole.
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M2: Sheís all right.
Murderer 2: He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices and what we have to do to the direction just.

OJ: All right, but I donít like this.
Murderer 1: Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: now spurs the lated traveller apace to gain the timely inn; and near approaches the subject of our watch.

[begin galloping sound]

M3: Hark! I hear coconuts!
OJ: Thatís a horse, you idiot!
Murderer 3: Hark! I hear horses.

Bq: (offstage) Fetch me a light, ho!
Banquo: [Within] Give us a light there, ho!

[begin sinister music]

M2: There he is!
Murderer 2: Then 'tis he: the rest that are within the note of expectation already are i' the court.

Murderer 1: His horses go about.
Murderer 3: Almost a mile: but he does usually, so all men do, from hence to the palace gate make it their walk.
Murderer 2: A light, a light!
Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch


M3: ĎTis he!
Murderer 3: 'Tis he.

OJ: Feels just like old times!
Murderer 1: Stand to't.

Bq: Looks like itís gonna rain pigs and hogs tonight.
Banquo: It will be rain to-night.

OJ: Itís gonna rain pigs, aíight!
Murderer 1: Let it come down.

[OJ bludgeons Bq with pig]
They set upon Banquo

Bq: Fly, Fleance, fly!
Banquo: O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

[Bq dies, Fleance flies]
Dies. Fleance escapes

M3: Who put out the torch?
Murderer 3: Who did strike out the light?

OJ: Ainít that what we agreed on?
Murderer 1: Wast not the way?

M3: We only killed Banquo. His kid got away.
Murderer 3: There's but one down; the son is fled.

OJ: Oh no! Thereís gonna be another trial, but this time theyíve got an eyewitness!
Murderer 2: We have lost best half of our affair.

M2: Well letís go, and Iíll report to Macbeth.
Murderer 2: Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

[Exeunt Murderers, with OJ accidentally dropping glove. Re-enter Fleance, who picks up glove.]