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