:52:03
Up! Up!
And see the great doom's image.
:52:07
Fleance! Banquo!
Rise up as from your graves...
:52:12
...and walk like spirits
to countenance this horror.
:52:15
Ring the bell!
:53:08
What's the business,
that a hideous trumpet calls...
:53:11
...to parley the sleepers
of the house? Speak!
:53:15
Gentle lady, 'tis not for you
to hear what I speak.
:53:19
Banquo, our royal master's murdered.
:53:23
Woe, alas!
:53:26
What, in our house?
:53:30
Too cruel anywhere.
:53:34
I prithee, contradict thyself,
and say it is not so.
:53:38
Had I but died before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time.
:53:42
There is nothing serious in mortality.
:53:45
All is but toys.
Renown and grace is dead.
:53:48
- What is amiss?
- You are, and do not know it.
:53:53
Your royal father's murdered.