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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;
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 ;
Music and Song.
Hec. Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and grey;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
1 Spir. Tiffin, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in.
2 Spir. Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky.
3 Spir. Liard, Robin, You must bob in.
Chor. Around, around, around, about, about; All ill come running in, all good keep out!
4 Spir. Here's the blood of a bat.
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-:
[Noise without. Open, locks, whoever knocks.
[Exeunt all but the Three Witches.
Enter Macbeth. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is't you do?
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 mouths, Or from our masters'?
Macb. Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
All. Come, high, or low;
First Apparition, an armed Head, rises.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,
1 Witch. He knows thy thought; 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 thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:—But one word more— 1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's another, More potent than the first. [Thunder.
Second Apparition, a Moody 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. [Descends.
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; That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder. [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
And top of sovereignty?
All. Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. [Descends.
Macb. That will never be:
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art
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. Let me know,
Why sinks that cauldron?— [A Groan.
And what noise is this?
1 Witch. Show!
2 Witch. Show!
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 across. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:—'And thy air,
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. Saw you the weird sisters?
Sey. No, my lord.
Macb. Came they not by you?
Sey. No, indeed, my lord.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And daran'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?
Sey. Ay, my good lord.
Man, Time, thou anticipate my dread exploits v The flighty purpose never is o'er-took, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now