Bloody instructions
Of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips
I am his kinsman
Who should against his murderer shut the door
Not bear the knife myself

Plead like angels
The dean damnation
And pity
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye

Not cast aside so soon
Eshat it did so freely
I account
To be
A coward
I dare do all
who dares do more is none

Execution
My liege
Have spoke
Saw him die
Very frankly he confessed
Implored pardon
A deep repentance
He died
Throw away the dearest thing he owed
Twere a careless trifle

Sin of my ingratitude
Would thou hadst less deserved
Might have been mine
More is thy due than all can pay
The service and loyalty I owe
Are to your throne and children
Your love and honour
Noble Banquo