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Sec. Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.


Enter Hecate to the other three 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 a song :

Black spirits,' &*c.

[Hecate retires. 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


do? All.

A deed without a name.
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, 50

Howe'er you come to know it, answer nie :
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 lodged 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

60 To what I ask 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.

Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition : 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

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'ld hear thee.
Sec. App. Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to scorn


for none of woman born 80 Shall harm Macbeth.

[Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? But yet

I'll make assurance doubly 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 90

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 !

Rebellion's head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom. Yet


heart Throbs to know one thing : tell me, if your art Can tell 80 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!
7'hird 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 ;

Banguo's Ghost following.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former. Filthy hag8 !
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. 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,

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