1 Witch.
Speak, sister,—is the deed done?

2 Witch.
Long ago, long ago;
Above twelve glasses since have run.

3 Witch.
Ill deeds are seldom slow,
Or single, but following crimes on former wait.

4 Witch.
The worst of creatures safest propagate.
Many more murders must this one ensue;
  Dread horrors still abound,
  And ev'ry place surround,
  As if in death were found
    Propagation too.

2 Witch.
He must!

3 Witch.
He shall!

4 Witch.
He will spill much more blood,
And become worse, to make his title good.

Chor.
He will, he will spill much more blood,
And become worse, to make his title good.

1 Witch.
Now let's dance.

2 Witch.
Agreed.

3 Witch.
Agreed.

4 Witch.
Agreed.

All.
Agreed.

Chor.
We should rejoice when good kings bleed.

When cattle die about, about we go;
When lightening and dread thunder
Rend stubborn rocks in sunder,
And fill the world with wonder,
What should we do?

Chor.
Rejoice—we should rejoice.
When winds and waves are warring,
Earthquakes the mountains tearing,
And monarchs die despairing,
What should we do?—

Chor.
Rejoice—we should rejoice.

I.

1 Witch.
Let's have a dance upon the heath,
We gain more life by Duncan's death.

2 Witch.
Sometimes like branded cats we shew,
Having no music but our mew,
To which we dance in some old mill,
Upon the hopper, stone, or wheel;
To some old saw, or bardish rhime,

Chor.
Where still the mill-clack does keep time.

II.
Sometimes about a hollow tree,
Around, around, around dance we;
Thither the chirping crickets come,
And beetles sing in drowsy hum;
Sometimes we dance o'er fernes or furze,
To howls of wolves, or barks of curs:
Or if with none of these we meet,

Chor.
We dance to th' echoes of our feet,

Chor.
At the night raven's dismal voice,
When others tremble we rejoice,
And nimbly, nimbly dance we still,
To th' echoes from a hollow hill. [Exeunt. ^note End of the Second Act.

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