Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
2 Witch. 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,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet'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 Witch.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;

Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the 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 tiger's chaudron,

For the ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood; Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE, and other Witches.

Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains, And every one shall share i' the gains.

And now about the cauldron sing,

Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music and a Song.

"Black spirits," &.c.

[Knocking.

2 Witch. 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?

Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'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 nature's germins tumble all together,

Even till destruction sicken, answer me

To what I ask you.

1 Witch. Say, if thou 'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters'?

Macb.

Call 'em: let me see 'em.

1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw

Into the flame.

All.

Come high, or low;

Thyself, and office, deftly show.

Thunder. 1 Apparition, an armed Head.

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, 2 Witch.

Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

He knows thy thought:

1 App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me:

beware Macduff;

enough.

[Descends.

Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks:
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more:
1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another,
More potent than the first.

App.

Thunder. 2 Apparition, a bloody Child.

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 lies,

And sleep in spite of thunder. What is this,

Thunder. 3 Apparition, a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand.

That rises like the issue of a king;

And wears upon his baby brow the round

And top of sovereignty?

All.

Listen, but speak not to 't.

App. Be lion-mettled, 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.

Who can impress the forest; bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!
Rebellious head, 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.

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?

[Hautboys.

1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

Come like shadows, so depart.

A show of eight Kings, and BANQUO last, with a Glass in his Hand.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:

and thy hair,

Why do you show me this? A fourth?

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more:

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more; and some I see,
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry.
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 't is true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What is this so?

1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so: but why

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,

And show the best of our delights.

I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round;
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Let this pernicious hour

Macb. Where are they? Gone? Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in! without there!

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. "T is two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England.

Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :

The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,

Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,

The very firstlings 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 surprise;

Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the 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.