Eye of newt, and toe of frog, 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, 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 ş 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 Libbara's brain. Hec. Put in a grain. 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'nous 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. [Noise without. [Exeunt all but the three WITCHES. Enter MACBEth. Mach. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags ? What is't 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 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. [Thunder. 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. Mach. 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 an other, More potent than the first. [Thunder. 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 [Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff'; what need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, [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 Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Macb. That will never be: Who can impress the forest, bid the tree [Descends. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!-- Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, (if your art 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. 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, Why do What you show me this?-A fourth? Start eyes!— will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet?-A seventh ?—I'll see no more :— And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Which shows me many more :— Enter BANQUO.-The WITChes vanish. Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Come in, without there! Enter SEYTON. 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'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, |