Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! br Leave thy guilty sire to die. br O'er the heath the stripling fled, br The wild storm howling round his head. br Fear mightier thro' the shades of night br Urged his feet, and wing'd his flight; br And still he heard his father cry br Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly. br br Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly br Leave thy guilty sire to die. br On every blast was heard the moan br The anguish'd shriek, the death-fraught groan; br Loathly night-hags join the yell br And see--the midnight rites of Hell. br br Forms of magic! spare my life! br Shield me from the murderer's knife! br Before me dim in lurid light br Float the phantoms of the night-- br Behind I hear my Father cry, br Fly, son of Banquo--Fleance, fly! br br Parent of the sceptred race, br Fearless tread the circled space: br Fearless Fleance venture near-- br Sire of monarchs--spurn at fear.