um hmm, yes well the prediction is that banquo will father a line of kings, if i just kill banquo the threat is still there isn't it? yes, but if you don't mind my saying, after all your hesitation about killing duncan, you're becoming quite ruthless, i mean these are two innocent people. one's a good friend, the other just a young man, son of a friend. well, it's one thing to take power, it's quite another to hold it, isn't it? yes, i suppose it is. and you say one more thing about the flight of banquo's soul to heaven. are you worried about the afterlife? i mean about the state of your soul? of course i am. but i've already done some pretty bad things, killed a king, that's the worst really. and so i'm trying to get my money's worth. so things are getting pretty desperate for you. i wouldn't say it's desperate; i'm just not going to go down without a fight. don't worry dear. it's all going to work out, you'll see. will it work out? we'll find out right after this. are you in over your head with murder and intrigue? while you're always winking at the end let axcel keep track of the d

oh banquo, banquo, our royal master is murdered! what! in our house! too cruel anywhere. an hour before this change, i had lived a blessed time, for from this instance there's nothing serious in mortality. all is but toys, renown and grace is dead, the wine of life is drawn and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of. what is amiss? you are and do not know it. the spring, the head, the fountain, of your blood is stopped, the very source of it is stopped. your royal father is murdered. oh, by whom? those of his chamber, so it seemed had done it. their hands and faces were all badged with blood, so were their daggers which unwiped we found upon their pillows. they stared and were distracted. no man's life was to be trusted with them. oh, yet i do repent me of my fury that i did kill them. wherefore did you so? who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, loyal and neutral in a moment? no man. the expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason. here lay duncan, his silver skin laced with his golden blood and his gashed stabs look like a breach in nature for r