It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact! That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? To hear the men deny 't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well; and I do think, (As, an't please Heaven, he shall not,) they should find But, peace! fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did: and with an absolute, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums, as who should say, 'You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer.' And that well might Len. Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron, boiling. 3 Witch. Harpier cries, 'Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under [the] cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake In the cauldron boil and bake: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, For a charm of powerful trouble, All. Double, double toil and trouble; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; For th' ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood; Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains, And every one shall share i̇' th' gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Enchanting all that you put in. [Music and a song, "Black spirits," &c. 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks. Enter MACBETH. [Knocking. 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 germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you. 1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters' Macb. Call 'em let me see 'em. 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease, that sweaten From the murderer's gibbet, throw Into the flame. All. Come high, or low; Thyself and office deftly shew. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head appears. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, 2 Witch. He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou naught. 1 Apparition. 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. more: But one word 1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's an other, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child appears. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! App. 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 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, appears. That rises like the issue of a king, What is this, And wears upon his baby brow the round |