(Macbeth and Banquo fiercely limped on to the stage, they are bloody, exhausted and warn out. The stage is covered in gore and it is drenched with rain and u could hear the thunder going off in the background. The empty, ghostly and neglected heath covered in grey, thin fog)
Macbeth:(murmering) I am so tired
Banquo:(supportiurly) I defiantly agree with you
(Banquo leans on to Macbeths shoulder)