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ACT IV. SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd “”.
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
2. Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches.
Hec. O, well done ! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i'the gains.
Enchanting all that you put in. [Musick.
Black spirits and white,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes :—— Open, locks, whoever knocks.
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, (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 *e Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Of nature's germins tumble all together
1 Witch. Speak.
2 Witch. Demand.
3 Witch. We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our
mouths, Or from our masters'?
Macb. Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
All. Come, high, or low;
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises”.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,-
1 JWitch. 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 JWitch. He will not be commanded: Here's another, More potent than the first.
Thunder. An 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
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
AU. Listen, but speak not.
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 Dunsinaue hill Shall come against him. [descends.
Macb. That will never be:
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
•All. Seek to know no more.