Act III Scene 3.
[Banquo lies dead in a park a sufficient distance from the palace. Fleance has fled, as have the three murderers. Banquo's ghost emerges.
Thou hast seen it now with thine own eyes.
Mine own friend, with veins now filled with blue blood
Hath succumbed to the cry of his mistress.
She be more deathly than the Lady Macbeth,
His true mistress be a lust for pow'r;
His suspicious soul hath been victim to his own
Superstition of the Weird Sisters three:
The prophecy which did shine upon his face
Show a future of prosperity and wealth and fortune
Beyond his dreams. It be a four-day since
They did proclaim his morbid ascension,
And not a day since have I seen a moments
Opulence or grandeur, nor a hint good providence.
Mine own friend hath betrayed me, hath
Drawn mine own blood, he whom hath fought
By my side, and whom I did embrace to my bosom
As mine brother own and for naught.
For I were at the coronation, I be loyal to Duncan
And to Malcolm and Donalbain,
And I were loyal to Macbeth.
But alas, now I fear Macbeth hath destroyed all that
Has been done in years of old
To sate his pestilent ambition and degenerate desire
To fulfill a prophesy that shalt damn his soul.
Not all be forgiven in death,
as my comrade general shalt discover
sooner than he anticipate.
I shall go to the madman, my friend,
See to the banquet that I suffered so to attend;
Pay visit to Macbeth, so that he know
That what he hath done hath condemned his soul,
And that, before this all be through,
He shall join me.