| A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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! | 
|  | 
| 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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