Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.
1 Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
3 Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."
4 Round about the cauldron go;
5 In the poison'd entrails throw.
6 Toad, that under cold stone
7 Days and nights has thirty-one
8 Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
9 Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
10 Double, double toil and trouble;
11 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
12 Fillet of a fenny snake,
13 In the cauldron boil and bake;
14 Eye of newt and toe of frog,
15 Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
16 Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
17 Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
18 For a charm of powerful trouble,
19 Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
20 Double, double toil and trouble;
21 Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
22 Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
23 Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
24 Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
25 Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
26 Liver of blaspheming Jew,
27 Gall of goat, and slips of yew
28 Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
29 Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
30 Finger of birth-strangled babe
31 Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
32 Make the gruel thick and slab.
33 Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
34 For the ingredients of our cauldron.
35 Double, double toil and trouble;
36 Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
37 Cool it with a baboon's blood,
38 Then the charm is firm and good.
** Enter HECAT and the other three
39 O well done! I commend your pains;
40 And every one shall share i' the gains;
41 And now about the cauldron sing,
42 Live elves and fairies in a ring
43 Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: "Black spirits, etc."
44 By the pricking of my thumbs,
45 Something wicked this way comes.
46 Open, locks,
47 Whoever knocks!
48 How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
49 What is't you do?
A deed without a name.
50 I conjure you, by that which you profess,
51 Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
52 Though you untie the winds and let them fight
53 Against the churches; though the yesty waves
54 Confound and swallow navigation up;
55 Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
56 Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
57 Though palaces and pyramids do slope
58 Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
59 Of nature's germains tumble all together,
60 Even till destruction sicken, answer me
61 To what I ask you.
62 Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
63 Or from our masters?
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
64 Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
65 Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
66 From the murderer's gibbet throw
67 Into the flame.
Come, high or low;
68 Thyself and office deftly show!
** Thunder. FIRST APPARITION, an armed Head.
69 Tell me, thou unknown power
He knows thy thought:
70 Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
71 Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
72 Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
** He descends.
73 Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
74 Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more
75 He will not be commanded. Here's another,
76 More potent than the first.
** Thunder. SECOND APPARITION, a bloody Child.
77 Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
78 Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.
79 Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
80 The power of man, for none of woman born
81 Shall harm Macbeth.
82 Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?
83 But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
84 And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
85 That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
86 And sleep in spite of thunder.
Thunder. THIRD APPARITION,
** a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand.
What is this
87 That rises like the issue of a king,
88 And wears upon his baby-brow the round
89 And top of sovereignty?
Listen, but speak not to't.
90 Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
91 Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
92 Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
93 Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
94 Shall come against him.
That will never be.
95 Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
96 Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
97 Rebellious dead, rise never till the wood
98 Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
99 Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
100 To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
101 Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
102 Can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever
103 Reign in this kingdom?
Seek to know no more.
104 I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
105 And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
106 Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
110 Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
111 Come like shadows, so depart!
A show of eight KINGS, [the eighth] with
*** a glass in his hand, and BANQUO last.
112 Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
113 Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
114 Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
115 A third is like the former. Filthy hags!
116 Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!
117 What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
118 Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
119 And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
120 Which shows me many more; and some I see
121 That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
122 Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
123 For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
124 And points at them for his.
What, is this so?
125 Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
126 Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
127 Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
128 And show the best of our delights:
129 I'll charm the air to give a sound,
130 While you perform your antic round,
131 That this great king may kindly say,
132 Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.
133 Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
134 Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
135 Come in, without there!
What's your grace's will?
136 Saw you the weird sisters?
No, my lord.
137 Came they not by you?
No, indeed, my lord.
138 Infected be the air whereon they ride;
139 And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
140 The galloping of horse. Who was't came by?
141 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
142 Macduff is fled to England.
Fled to England!
143 Ay, my good lord.
144 Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
145 The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
146 Unless the deed go with it; from this moment
147 The very firstlings of my heart shall be
148 The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
149 To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
150 The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
151 Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
152 His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
153 That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
154 This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
155 But no more sights!Where are these gentlemen?
156 Come, bring me where they are.