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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 “”.
2. Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 Witch. Harper cries:—'Tis time, ’tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first ithe 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 the other three 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. [Musick.

SONG.

Black spirits and white,
led spirits and grey;

Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.

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?

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

down;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the trea-
sure

Of nature's germins tumble all together
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
To what I ask you.

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
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. 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

thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thon shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this,

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
Unfix his hearth-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.

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