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And that, distill’d by magick slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit.

FIRST WITCH.

Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

[Exeunt.

FIRST WITCH.

THRICE the brinded cat hath mew'd.

SECOND WITCH.

Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd.

THIRD WITCH.

Harper cries:-'Tis time, 'tis time.

FIRST WITCH.

Round about the cauldron go :
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'the charmed pot!

ALL.
Double, double toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

SECOND WITCH.

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Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

THIRD WITCH.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf ;
Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark ;
Root of hemlock digg'd i’ the dark ;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse ;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips ;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab :
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron,

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ALL.

Double, double toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

SECOND WITCH.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

HECATE.

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.

Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and grey ;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

SECOND WITCH.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes :
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks.

FROM HENRY VIII.

ORPHEUS with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops, that freeze,

Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his musick, plants, and flowers, Ever sprung ; as sun, and showers,

There had been a lasting spring.

Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,

Ilung their heads, and then lay by.

In sweet musick is such art;
Killing care, and grief of heart,

Fall asleep, or, hearing, die,

FROM ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

COME, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne :
In thy vats our cares be drown'd;
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;
Cup us, till the world go round;
Cup us, till the world go round !

FROM CYMBELINE.

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies ;

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty bin: My lady sweet, arise ;

Arise, arise.

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