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2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes : Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid
night hags? What is't
A deed without a name.
down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads ; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the trea
Of nature's germins tumble all together
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
Come, high, or low;
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
i Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's
another, More potent than the first.
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody child rises.
Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth !-
The power of man; for none of woman born
[descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of
Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with a
tree in his hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
Listen, but speak not.
That will never be :
heart Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom?
Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight kings appear*8, and pass over the stage in order ; the last, with a glass in his hand : Banquo following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;
i Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-—But why
That this great king may kindly say,
[Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this pernici
ous hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar !Come in, without there !
What's your grace's will ? Macb. Saw you the weïrd sisters ? Len.
No, my lord. Macb. Came they not by you ? Len.
No, indeed, my lord. 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. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb.
Fled to England Len. Ay, my good lord.
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