Banquo's Last Moments Monologue

(Banquo is on his deathbed after being attacked by the 3 assassins sent by Macbeth)

(Lying down)

Why, oh why has such a murder come to light? Hath my family now been subjected to a damned fate such as mine? I have done no wrong in the light of any other, nor in the darkness of their sight. Who could wish such a fate on my own soul? Are these murderers just madman wondering the streets, or maybe for the gratification of a fraudulent noble? Wait, for I know of one who could want for such a gruesome event. One who I trusted with my life and whom I commonly knew as an ally! Ever since that time, so alight his eyes hath been. Such a ravenous aura had arisen from his person, I could not recognize. Yes his is the face to which I am sure I owe my death! O, Macbeth! How could it have come to this? We shared the battlefield; we shared friendship did we not? What could have swayed you to poison my life with such a blade? Would the death of a friend truly realize whatever you set out for? So I see my suspicion was true, was it you who so deviously and brutally did unto the king as you are doing now?  Since the day on the heath where those foul hags told you and I our fates, you had not been yourself. As if overcome by some evil spirit, you changed your ways. You were never one to be deceitful! Wicked speculations and regicide, what I now no longer suspect you of, but believe you now committed. O, would that we have never met those three, whose words of poison shook your humanity, maybe such a path would not have been treaded upon. But tis of no matter now, for you have fallen far from the path, and what has been done is set in stone. I accept my fall, but if my son is to come in harm’s way, I will not forgive you, even in death! But fear I do not, your petty assassins will not hunt him tonight. He hath sworn revenge for me, and it shalt be dealt. Do not morn for me fleance, my son; use your anger for your own gain! I was a fool to think of you as a man of honour, and I hope no one would think such unwise praise hereafter. For Macbeth I see you truth, you are naught but a slave of rash delusions. But for now I shall rest my head, I only hope you, Macbeth are not allowed to flourish. For if such a tale is spun, then such transgressions can only repeat.