A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron. |
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Thunder. Enter the three Witches. |
| First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. |
| Sec. 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 cold 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. |
| Sec. Witch. 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 howlet'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 |
| Sliver'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. |
| All. Double, double toil and trouble; |
| Fire burn and cauldron bubble. |
| Sec. Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, |
| Then the charm is firm and good. |
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Enter HECATE. |
| 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 a song, 'Black Spirits,' &c. |
| Sec. Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, |
| Something wicked this way comes. |
| Open, locks, |
| Whoever knocks. |
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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: |
| Though you untie the winds and let them fight |
| Against the churches; though the yesty waves |
| Confound and swallow navigation up; |
| Though bladed corn be lodg'd and trees blown down; |
| Though castles topple on their warders' heads; |
| Though palaces and pyramids do slope |
| Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure |
| Of Nature's germens tumble all together, |
| Even till destruction sicken; answer me |
| To what I ask you. |
| First Witch. Speak. |
| Sec. Witch. Demand. |
| Third Witch. 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 |
| Into the flame. |
| All. Come, high or low; |
| Thyself and office deftly show. |
| Thunder. First Apparition of an armed Head. |
| Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,— |
| First Witch. He knows thy thought: |
| Hear his speech, but say thou nought. |
| First 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,— |
| First Witch. He will not be commanded: here's another, |
| More potent than the first. |
| Thunder. Second Apparition, a bloody Child. |
| Sec. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!— |
| Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. |
| Sec. 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. |
| 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. |
| Third 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: |
| Who can impress the forest, bid the tree |
| Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! |
| Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood |
| Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth |
| Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath |
| To time and mortal custom. 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 satisfied: deny me this, |
| And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. |
| Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. |
| First Witch. Show! |
| Sec. Witch. Show! |
| Third Witch. Show! |
| All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; |
| Come like shadows, so depart. |
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A show of Eight Kings; the last with a glass in his hand: BANQUO'S Ghost following. |
| Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! |
| Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs: and thy hair, |
| Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first: |
| A third is like the former. Filthy hags! |
| 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: |
| And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass |
| Which shows me many more; and some I see |
| That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry. |
| Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; |
| For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, |
| And points at them for his. [Apparitions vanish. |
| What! is this so? |
| First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why |
| Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? |
| Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, |
| And show the best of our delights. |
| I'll charm the air to give a sound, |
| While you perform your antick round, |
| That this great king may kindly say, |
| Our duties did his welcome pay. [Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish with HECATE. |
| Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour |
| Stand aye accursed in the calendar! |
| Come in, without there! |
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Enter LENNOX. |
| Len. What's your Grace's will? |
| Macb. Saw you the weird sisters? |
| Len. No, my lord. |
| Macb. Came they not by you? |
| Len. 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? |
| Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word |
| Macduff is fled to England. |
| Macb. Fled to England! |
| Len. Ay, my good lord. |
| 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 it thought and done: |
| The castle of Macduff I will surprise; |
| Seize upon Fife; give to the edge of the sword |
| His wife, his babes; and all unfortunate souls |
| That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; |
| This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool: |
| But no moresights! Where are these gentlemen? |
| Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. |
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