Written by William Shakespeare. Abridged, translated, and slightly mangled by Melinda Brasher.
Act 3 Scene 1
BANQUO: [to self]: Macbeth, you cheated your way onto the throne. I know it. But the witches were right. Now perhaps their grand prophecy for my posterity will come true too.
MACBETH: Good Banquo, you're riding out this afternoon?
BANQUO: Aye, my lord, but I'll be back for the feast tonight.
MACBETH: Travel well.
Exit all but Macbeth and servant
MACBETH: Have those men arrived?
SERVANT: Yes. They await outside the palace gate.
MACBETH: Bring them in. [To self] I fear that Banquo. None but he threatens the security of my throne, for he alone heard the witches' promise. Have I murdered the gracious king only to leave my crown to Banquo's sons? No!
Enter servant and murderers
MACBETH: Remember how you thought I had done you wrong? Well, it was Banquo. Can you really let that go? Can you forgive a man who has brought you so low?
MURDERERS: No. We're so angry with the world that we've become reckless.
MACBETH: Banquo is your enemy, as he is mine, but for complicated political reasons I can't kill him myself. You understand, old boys? I ask your help, and that you not reveal my involvement.
MURDERERS: No problem.
MACBETH: Your spirits shine! Do it tonight. While you're at it, kill his son too.
MURDERERS: Okey-dokey, my lord.
Act 3 Scene 2
MACBETH: Perhaps 'twould be better to be with the dead, whom we sent to their graves, than to be tortured by this uncertain joy and insecure power.
LADY MACBETH: Get it together and at least pretend to be happy in front of your guests.
Act 3 Scene 3
Murders: Hark! I hear horses. 'Tis Banquo and his son.
Banquo: Treachery! Run, my son, that you may later take revenge.
Act 3 Scene 4
MACBETH: There's blood on your face.
MURDERER: 'Tis Banquo's
MACBETH: Better his blood on your face than in his veins. Is he dead?
MURDERER: Yes, but his son escaped.
MACBETH: Now I will be forever trapped within my fears.
Macbeth returns to feast, but Banquo's ghost has entered and sat in his place. .
MACBETH: The table's full.
LENNOX: Here's a place reserved for you.
LENNOX: Right here. What's wrong, my lord?
MACBETH: Which one of you has done this?
ROSS: Rise, gentlemen. The king is not well.
LADY MACBETH: Sit. He's often like this. Has been since his youth. It's a momentary fit. If you pay him attention it will offend him and make the fit worse. Eat and ignore him. [To Macbeth]. Are you a man?
MACBETH [aside]: Of course I am! I dare look at things which might frighten the devil. It used to be that once you killed a man, he stayed dead. Now they rise again and push us out of our chairs. [To lords] Sorry. I have a strange infirmity. Don't mind me. Let's drink to my dear friend Banquo, who we miss tonight. Would that he were here.
Act 3 Scene 5
HECATE: Witches, you shouldn't have toyed with Macbeth's future, but let's sing and dance anyway. Hee hee.
Act 3 Scene 6
LENNOX: Boy it's getting dangerous around here—people dropping like flies. Where's Macduff?
LORDS: I heard he's gone to England to work with Duncan's son Malcolm. May they return and free our land from the grip of the tyrant!