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THIRD WITCH. Harpier 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 has 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 owlet'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 :

s time


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.

Enter HECATE to the other three Witches.
HEC. O, well done! I commend your pains;

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.

Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and grey ;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may. [HECATE retires.
Sec. WITCH. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Open, locks,
Whoever knocks !

MacB. How now, you secret, black, and mid-
What is ’t you do?

[night hags! 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 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

Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.



We'll answer. FIRST WITCH. Say, if thou ’dst rather hear it

from our mouths, Or from our masters ? МАСв. .

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,-

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,



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 The power

of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. 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?

Listen, but speak 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.


if your

МАСв. .

That will never be:
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfixhisearth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
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 my heart
Throbs to know one thing:


Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom ?

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?

Sec. 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. Thouart toolike the spiritof 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 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

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