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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.
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 46
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


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.

Come, high, or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises 47.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,
1 Witch.

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 !-
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute : laugh to


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,
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. 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?

Listen, but speak not.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chases, 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. Macb.

That will never be :
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his hearth - bound root? sweet bodements!

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


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,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :-
Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this?

1 Witch. Show ! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch, Show!

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;

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls 49 :-And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :-
A third is like the former :-Filthy hags!
Why do you show me this ? - A fourth ?-Start, eyes!
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 twofold balls and treble scepters carry
Horrible sight !- Ay, now, I see, 'tis true ;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.—What, is this so?

i Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-—But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And show the best of our delights ;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique round:



That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[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 !

Enter LENOX.


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

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