Now, you must accept my innocence and count me as a friend. You’ve heard that the man who killed your noble father also tried to kill me.
That certainly appears to be the case. But, tell me: Why didn’t you prosecute such serious offenses? They’re death penalty crimes, and threats to your own safety and power, for which your good judgement should have stirred you to act.
They’ve tied me to a stake. I can’t run away, I have to stand and fight it out like a bear tied up to fight with dogs. Where’s this person who wasn’t born from a woman? He’s the only one I need to be afraid of.
What’s your name?
You’d be afraid to hear it.
No I wouldn’t. Even if you were the most terrifying thing in hell.
If it would be over once the deed is done, then it would be best to do it quickly. If the murder could somehow gather up and control its own consequences, and Duncan’s death would grant me the success I look for, then right now I would risk whatever happens to me in the afterlife. But for deeds like these, there are repercussions here in this life. We set an example by our bloody deeds, and that teaches others to do the same to us. This type of justice would have us drink our own poison.
