Hark, I am call'd; my little Spirit fee
Sits in the foggy Cloud, and ftays for me.

[Sing within. Come away, come away. &c.

I Wit. Come, let's make hafte, fhe'll foon be

Back again.

SCENE V.

Enter Lenox and another Lord.

[Exeunt.

Len. My former Speeches have but hit your Thoughts, Which can interpret farther: Only I fay

Things have been strangely born. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth -marry he was dead:
And right valiant Banquo walk'd too late.
Whom you may fay, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled; Men muft not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monftrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbaine
To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fa&!
How it did grieve Macbeth? Did he not straight
In pious Rage, the two Delinquents tear,
That were the Slaves of Drink, and Thralls of Sleep?
Was that not nobly done? ay, and wifely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any Heart alive
To hear the Men deny't. So that I fay,
He has born all things well, and I do think,
That had he Duncan's Sons under the Key,

(As, and't please Heav'n he shall not,) they should find
What 'twere to kill a Father: So fhould Fleance.
But Peace; for from broad words, and cause he fail'd
His prefence at the Tyrant's Feaft, I hear

Macduff lives in difgrace. Sir, can you
Where he bestows himself?

Lord. The Sons of Duncan,

tell

From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth,
Live in the English Court, and are receiv'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with fuch grace,
That the Malevolence of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high refpect. Thither Macduff
Is gone, to pray the Holy King, upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,

That

That by the help of thefe, with him above
To ratifie the Work, we may again

Give to our Tables Meat, Sleep to our Nights;
Free from our Feafts and Banquets bloody Knives;
Do faithful Homage, and receive free Honours,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath fo exasperate their King, that he
Prepares for fome attempt of War.

Len. Sent he to Macduff?

Lord. He did; and with an abfolute, Sir, not I,
The cloudy Meffenger turns me his Back.

And hums; as who fhould fay, you'll rue the time
That clogs me with this Anfwer.

Len. And that well might,

Advise him to a caution, t'hold what distance
His Wifdom can provide. Some Holy Angel
Fly to the Court of England, and unfold
His Meffage e'er he come, that a swift Bleffing
May foon return to this our suffering Country,
Under a Hand accurs'd.

Lord. I'll fend my Prayers with him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE A dark Cave, in the middle a great

x Wit.T

Cauldron burning.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

Hrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.

2 Wit. Thrice, and once the Hedges Pig whin'd.

Wit. Harpier crys, 'tis time, 'tis time.

I Wit. Round about the Cauldron go,

In the poifon'd Entrails throw.

[They march round the Cauldron, and throw in the feveral Ingredients as for the Preparation of their Charm.

Toad, that under cold Stone,

Days and Nights, has thirty one:
Swelter'd Venom fleeping got,
Boil thou firft i'th' charmed Pot.

All.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.

2 Wit. 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;
Adders Fork, and Blind-worms Sting,
Lizard Leg, and Howlet'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 Wit. Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
Witches Mummy, Maw, and Gulf
Of the ravin'd falt Sea Shark;
Root of Hemlock, digg'd i' th' dark;
Liver of Blafpheming Jew:
Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew,
Silver'd in the Moon's Eclipfe;
Nofe of Turk, and Tartar's Lips;
Finger of Birth-ftrangled Babe,
Ditch deliver'd by a Drab,
Make the Gruel thick, and flab.
Add thereto a Tyger's Chawdron,
For th' Ingredients of our Cauldron.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble.

a Wit. Cool it with a Baboon's Blood, Then the Charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate, and other three Witches,
Hec. O! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one fhall fhare i' th' gains:
And now about the Cauldron fing

Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,

Inchanting all that you put in.

Mufick and a Song.

Black Spirits and White,

Blue Spirits and Gray,

Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

2 Wit. By the pricking of my Thumbs,

Some

Something wicked this way comes:

Open Locks, whoever knocks.

Enter Macbeth.

Macb. How now, you fecret, black, and midnight Hags ? What is't you do?

All. A deed without a Name.

Mach. I conjure you, by that which you profess,
How e'er you come to know it, answer me.

Though you untie the Winds, and let them fight
Against the Churches; though the yefty Waves
Confound and fwallow Navigation up;

Though bladed Corn be lodg'd. and Trees blown down,
Though Caftles topple on their Warders Heads;
Though Palaces, and Pyramids do flope

Their Heads to their Foundations; though the Treasure
Of Natures Germain, tumble altogether,

Even 'till deftru&tion ficken; anfwer me,

To what I ask you.

I Wit. Speak.

2 Wit. Demand.

3

Wit. We'll answer.

i Wit. Say, if th' hadft rather hear it from our Mouths, Or from our Masters.

Mach, Call 'em: Let me fee 'em.

I Wit. Pour in Sowes Blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greace that's fweaten

From the Murtherers Gibbet, throw

Into the Flame.

All. Come high or low:

Thy felf and Office deftly fhow.

Aparition of an armed Head rifes.

Mach. Tell me, thou unknown Power

i Wit. He knows thy thought;

Hear his Speech, but say thou nought.

[Thunder.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff!-Beware the Thane of Fife---difmifs me-Enough. [Defcends. Mach. What-e'er thou art, for thy good Caution, Thanks. Thou haft harp'd my fear aright. But one word more I Wit. He will not be commanded; here's another More potent than the first.

[Thunder.

Appa.

Apparition of a bloody Child rifes.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Mach. Had I three Ears, I'd hear thee.

App. Be bloody, bold, and refolute; laugh to fcorn of Man; for none of Woman born

The power
Shall harm Macbeth.

[Defcends. Macb. Then live Macduff: What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make affurance, double fure,

And take a Bond of Fate; thou shalt not live,

That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lyes;

And fleep in fpight of Thunder.

[Thunder.

Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises.

What is this,

That rifes like the Iffue of a King,

And wears upon his Baby-brow, the round

And top of Soveraignty?

All. Liften, but speak not to't.

App. Be Lion metled, proud and take no care,
Who chafes, who frets, or where Confpirers are:
Macbeth fhall never vanquish'd be, until

Great Birnam Wood, to high Dunsinane Hill,
Shall come against him.

Macb. That will never be:

Who can imprefs the Forest, bid the Tre

[Defcends.

Unfix his Earth-bound Root? Sweet Boadments! good!
Rebellious dead, rife never 'till the Wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the Leafe of Nature, pay his breath
To Time, and mortal Cuftom. Yet my Heart
Throbs to know one thing; tell me, if your Art
Can tell fo much: Shall Banquo's Iffue ever
Reign in this Kingdom?

All. Seek to know no more.

[The Cauldron finks into the Ground. Macb. I will be fatisfied. Deny me this,

And an eternal Curfe fall on you: Let me know.

Why finks that Cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hoboys.

I Wit. Shew!

2 Wit. Shew! 3 Wit. Shew!

All.