Swelter'd venom sleeping got, All. Double, double toil and trouble; Sec. Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf; Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble. Sec. Witch. Cool it with a báboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE.(& Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains: And now about the caldron sing, Enchanting all that you put in. [Music and song, "Black spirits," &c. (82) &c.(82) [Exit Hecate. Sec. Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes : Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Enter MACBETH. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do? Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess,— Howe'er you come to know it,-answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn(83) be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Even till destruction sicken,-answer me To what I ask you. First Witch. Sec. Witch. Third Witch. Speak. Demand. We'll answer. First Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters? Macb. Call 'em, let me see 'em. First Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet throw Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, First Witch. He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou naught. App. of armed Head. 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'st harp'd my fear aright:-but one word more,— First Witch. He will not be commanded: here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. of bloody Child. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth !— Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App. of bloody Child. 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. An Apparition of 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. of Child crowned. 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. Macb. That will never be: Who can impress the forest; Unfix his earth-bound root? bid the tree [Descends. Sweet bodements! good! Rebellion's head, rise never,(85) till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth(86) All. Seek to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :— Why sinks that caldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. First Witch. Show! Sec. Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! Eight Kings appear, and pass over in order, the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO's Ghost following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Why do you show me this?-A fourth?-Start, eyes!- Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, VOL. VII. [Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish. E Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious 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? Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England! Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook 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, To crown my thoughts with acts, be't thought and done: Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; But no more sights !(89)—Where are these gentlemen? [Exeunt. SCENE II. Fife. A room in MACDUFF's castle. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Ross. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land? Ross. You must have patience, madam. L. Macd. He had none: |