Speeches (Lines) for Banquo
in "Macbeth"

Total: 33

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,3,139

How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,...

2

I,3,152

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,...

3

I,3,181

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

4

I,3,185

Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root...

5

I,3,189

You shall be king.

6

I,3,191

To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

7

I,3,213

What, can the devil speak true?

8

I,3,232

That trusted home
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,...

9

I,3,256

Look, how our partner's rapt.

10

I,3,259

New horrors come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould...

11

I,3,264

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

12

I,3,272

Very gladly.

13

I,4,313

There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.

14

I,6,436

This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,...

15

II,1,569

How goes the night, boy?

16

II,1,571

And she goes down at twelve.

17

II,1,573

Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too....

18

II,1,583

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and...

19

II,1,592

All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:...

20

II,1,599

At your kind'st leisure.

21

II,1,602

So I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep...

22

II,1,607

Thanks, sir: the like to you!

23

II,3,870

Too cruel any where.
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,...

24

II,3,918

Look to the lady:
[LADY MACBETH is carried out]...

25

III,1,1002

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and, I fear,...

26

III,1,1020

Let your highness
Command upon me; to the which my duties...

27

III,1,1025

Ay, my good lord.

28

III,1,1030

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,...

29

III,1,1035

My lord, I will not.

30

III,1,1043

Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

31

III,3,1245

[Within] Give us a light there, ho!

32

III,3,1257

It will be rain to-night.

33

III,3,1260

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

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