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Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
1 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Enter Hecate, Spirits, and the Chorus of Witches.
Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i'the gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and Song.
Hec. Black spirits and white,
Chor. Around, around, around, about, about; All ill come running in, all good keep out! 4 Spir. Here's the blood of a bat.
Hec. Put in that, put in that.
5 Spir. Here's Libbard's brain.
6 Spir. Here's juice of toad, and oil of adder; Those will make the charm grow madder.
Hec. Put in all these; 'twill raise a pois'novs stench! Hold—here's three ounces of a red hair'd wench. Chor. Around, around, around, about, about; All ill come running in, all good keep out! Hec. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:
Open, locks, whoever knocks.
[Exeunt all but the Three Witches.
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight
What is't you
All. A deed without a name.
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me
To what I ask you.
1 Witch. Speak.
2 Witch. Demand.
3 Witch. We'll answer.
1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our
Or from our masters'?
Mach. Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow :—Grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
All. Come, high, or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show.
First Apparition, an armed Head, rises.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,-
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife.—Dismiss me:—Enough. [Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:—But one word
1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's an
More potent than the first.
Second Apparition, a bloody Child, rises.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth !—
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
And sleep in spite of thunder.
THIRD APPARITION, a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises.
What is this,
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
All. Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Macb. That will never be :
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!—
Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?
All. Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfy'd: deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you !—
[Thunder. The Cauldron sinks.
3 Witch. Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
[Apparitions of Eight Kings, the last with a Glass in his Hand; and Banquo, pass
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy air,
Why do you show me this?—A fourth? Start eyes!— What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?—
Another yet?—A seventh ?—I'll see no more :—
Enter Banquo.—The Witches vanish.
Horrible sight!—Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his.—What? is this so?— Where are they? Gone?—Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—
Come in, without there!
Sey. What's your grace's will?
Macb. Came they not by you?
Sey. No, indeed, my lord.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd all those that trust them!—I did hear
The galloping of horse: Who was't came by!
Sey. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word,
Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England?
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits The flighty purpose never is o'er-took,
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment,
The firstlings of my hand. And even now