1 Wit.
Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.

2 Wit.
Thrice, and once the Hedges Pig whin'd.

3 Wit.
Harpier crys, 'tis time, 'tis time.

1 Wit.
Round about the Cauldron go,
In the poison'd Entrails throw. [They march round the Cauldron, and throw in the several Ingredients as for the Preparation of their Charm.
Toad, that under cold Stone,
Days and Nights, has thirty one:
Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'th' charmed Pot.

All.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.

2 Wit.
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;
Adders Fork, and Blind-worms Sting,
Lizards Leg, and Howlet'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.

3 Wit.
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
Witches Mummy, Maw, and Gulf
Of the ravin'd salt Sea Shark;
Root of Hemlock, digg'd i'th' 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,
Add thereto a Tyger's Chawdron,
For th' Ingredients of our Cauldron.

All.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.

2 Wit.
Cool it with a Baboon's Blood,
Then the Charm is firm and good. Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.

Hec.
O! well done! I commend your pains.
And every one shall share i'th' gains:
And now about the Cauldron sing
Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Musick and a Song.
Black Spirits and White,
  Blue Spirits and Gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
  You that mingle may.

2 Wit.
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 you do?

All.
A deed without a Name.

Macb.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
How e'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 Natures Germain, tumble altogether,
Even 'till destruction sicken; answer me,
To what I ask you.

1 Wit.
Speak.

2 Wit.
Demand.

3 Wit.
We'll answer.

1 Wit.
Say, if th' hadst rather hear it from our Mouths,
Or from our Masters.

Macb.
Call 'em: Let me see 'em.

1 Wit.
Pour in Sowes Blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greace that's sweaten
From the Murtherers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.

All.
Come high or low:
Thy self and Office deftly show. [Thunder. Apparition of an armed Head rises.

Macb.
Tell me, thou unknown Power—

1 Wit.
He knows thy thought;
Hear his Speech, but say thou nought.

App.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff!—
Beware the Thane of Fife—dismiss me—Enough. [Descends.

Macb.
What-e'er thou art, for thy good Caution, Thanks.
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more—

1 Wit.
He will not be commanded; here's another
More potent than the first. [Thunder.

Apparition of a bloody Child rises.

App.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

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
Shall harm Macbeth. [Descends.

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 lyes;
And sleep in spight of Thunder. [Thunder. Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises.
What is this,
That rises like the issue of a King,
And wears upon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soveraignty?

All.
Listen, but speak not to't.

App.
Be Lion metled, 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. [Descends.

Macb.
That will never be:
Who can impress the Forest, bid the Tree
Unfix his Earth-bound Root? Sweet Boadments! good!
Rebellious dead, rise never 'till the Wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortal Custom. Yet my Heart
Throbs to know one thing; tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's Issue ever
Reign in this Kingdom?

All.
Seek to know no more. [The Cauldron sinks into the Ground.

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? [Hoboys.

1 Wit.
Shew!

2 Wit.
Shew!

3 Wit.
Shew!

All.
Shew his Eyes, and grieve his Heart,
Come like Shadows, so depart. [Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, and Banquo last, with a Glass in his Hand.

Macb.
Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo; Down!
Thy Crown do's fear 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 shew me this?—A fourth?—Start Eye!
What, will the Line stretch out to th' crack of Doom?—
Another yet?—A seventh!—I'll see no more—
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a Glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I see,
That twofold Balls, and treble Scepters 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?

1 Wit.
Ay Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sisters, cheer we up his Sprights,
And shew the best of our Delights.
I'll charm the Air to give a sound,
While you perform your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our Duties did his welcome pay. [Musick. [The Witches dance, and vanish.

Macb.
Where are they? Gone?—Let this pernicious hour,
Stand ay accursed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there. Enter Lenox.

Len.
What's your Grace's Will?

Macb.
Saw you the Wizard Sisters?

Len.
No, my Lord.

Macb.
Came they not by you?

Len.
No indeed, my Lord.

Macb.
Infected be the Air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them. I did hear
The galloping of Horse. Who was't came by?

Len.
'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word,
Macduff is fled to England.

Macb.
Fled to England?

Len.
Ay, my good Lord.

Macb.
Time, thou anticipat'st my dread Exploits;
The flighty purpose never is o'er-took
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firstling of my Heart shall be
The firstlings of my Hand. And even now
To Crown my Thoughts with Acts, be it thought and done:
The Castle of Macduff I will surprize,
Seize upon Fife; give to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all unfortunate Souls,
That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Fool,
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool,
But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt.

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