Why must thou haunt thee?

There the grown serpent lies; there the worm's fled, how I do wish for him to be vanish'd. For that Banquo, fear hath come over me, thy castle and thy wench. For it not for her, guilt wouldst be ins-toed within me, Macbeth, Thane of Cawdor, King of Scotland. Though he lies beneath thee, murder'd, cut in such ways thy doth not know, such horrors would't be do I see him again.

There! He, Banquo, which of you have done this? Haunt thee, I do fear such things. Banquo, death hath struck thee, why must thou haunt me, Macbeth, king? This cannot be, for this there must be reason, perhaps the three sisters'? My punishment for the death of Banquo? Oh such hauntings aren't possible. Banquo, ghost o'Banquo, I fear thee, evil and horror I feel around me. Banquo be gone! Stop! Stop! Banquo thou canst be here forever! I fear thee, I fear such prophecies of you! Be gone I say, be gone, ghost o'Banquo!

Where? Where is thee now? Ghost o'Banquo, I doth fear thee. If't shall come back, fear, horror, guilt, thoughts of't shall murder me. Insane am I? I think not, cannot anyone else see this Banquo I have murder'd but now see? For fear and guilt will punish Thane of Cawdor.