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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.