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Monologue from Banquo's ghost. Act III Scene IV
You cannot dare say that a victim of your wrath be no guilt to you're here conscience
The blink of thine eye, sees' upon this night sky
An owl who warned, before thy sword was drawn
A victim of your will,
Prophecy overtook your judgement and behest this power was born
And through your will
Combest the downfall,
Yet, you have such company
All cheers and goodwill
So I come to pay you homage
And show of the hell you've wrought,
Be not afraid, I do not seek revenge
Although to respect such as you
I shall no more,
With you power you took control
And turned away my loyal soul,
And now you stand before me
With all your glory heaven's gates be open
Macbeth has come.
