If good，why do I yield to that suggestion

　　Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

　　And make my seated heart knock at my rib s，

　　Against the use of nature?Present fears

　　Are less than horrible imaginings：

　　My thought，whose murder yet is but fantastical，

　　Shakes so my single state of man that function

　　Is smother 'd in surmise，and nothing is

　　But what is not.

　　BANQUO

　　Look，how our partner's rapt.

　　MACBETH

　　[Aside] If chance will have me king，why，chance may crown me，

　　Without my stir.

　　BANQUO

　　New horrors come upon him，

　　Like our strange garments，cleave not to their mould

　　But with the aid of use.

　　MACBETH

　　[Aside]Come what come may，

　　Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

　　BANQUO

　　Worthy Macbeth，we stay upon your leisure.

　　MACBETH

　　Give me your favour：my dull brain was wrought

　　With things forgotten.Kind gentlemen，your pains

　　Are register 'd where every day I turn

　　The leaf to read them.Let us toward the king.

　　Think upon what hath chanced，and，at more time，

　　The interim having weigh 'd it，let us speak

　　Our free hearts each to other.

　　BANQUO

　　Very gladly.

　　MACBETH

　　Till then，enough.Come，friends.

　　[Exeunt]