BANQUO. It will be rain tonight.

FIRST MURDERER. Let it come down.

[_Assaults Banquo._]

BANQUO. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge—O slave!

[_Dies. Fleance escapes._]

THIRD MURDERER. Who did strike out the light?

FIRST MURDERER. Was’t not the way?

THIRD MURDERER. There’s but one down: the son is fled.

SECOND MURDERER. We have lost best half of our affair.