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BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude,

Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :
Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy string is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c.

Killing swine.

FROM MACBETH.

FIRST WITCH.

WHERE hast thou been, sister?

SECOND WITCH.

Sister, where thou?

THIRD WITCH.

FIRST WITCH.

A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap.

And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:Give me, quoth I;

Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger; But in a sieve I'll thither sail

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I will drain him dry as hay,

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd,
Look what I have.

SECOND WITCH.

Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH.

Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

THIRD WITCH.

A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

ALL.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,

Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up nine;
Peace! the charm's wound up.

FIRST WITCH.

WHY, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE.

Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

Great business must be wrought ere noon;
Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound,
I'll catch it, ere it come to ground:

And that, distill'd by magick slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
And you all know, security

Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit.

FIRST WITCH.

Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt.

FIRST WITCH.

THRICE the brinded cat hath mew'd.

SECOND WITCH.

Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd.

THIRD WITCH.

Harper cries:-'Tis time, 'tis time.

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