Macbeth act 2 characters

Banquo And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,Restrain in me the curs├Ęd thoughts that natureGives way to in repose.
Macduff Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake!Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself! Up, up, and seeThe great doom’s image!
Macbeth And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there, the murderers, Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breeched with gore.
Macbeth That most may claim this argument for ours? What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Donalbain Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,The nearer bloody.
Malcolm This murderous shaft that’s shotHath not yet lighted, and our safest wayIs to avoid the aim.