ACT 4, SCENE 1: A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch: Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.                                                               [5]
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;                                                               [10]
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second 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,                                                               [15]
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;                                                               [20]
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third 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,                                                        [25]
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe                                                                  [30]
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;                                                               [35]
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE to the other three Witches.

HECATE: O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i' the gains;                                                 [40]
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' &c.]
[HECATE retires.]

Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.                                                       [45]
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!


MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do?

ALL:                           A deed without a name.

MACBETH: I conjure you, by that which you profess,                                  [50]
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
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;                     [55]
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me                                               [60]
To what I ask you.

First Witch:                           Speak.

Second Witch:                           Demand.

Third Witch:                           We'll answer.

First Witch: Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters?

MACBETH:                           Call 'em; let me see 'em.

First Witch: Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten                                                 [65]
From the murderer's gibbet throw
Into the flame.

ALL:                           Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head.

MACBETH: Tell me, thou unknown power,--

First Witch:                           He knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.                                                  [70]

First Apparition: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

MACBETH: Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one word more,--

First Witch: He will not be commanded: here's another,                            [75]
More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: a bloody Child.

Second Apparition: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

MACBETH: Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

Second Apparition: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born                                      [80]
Shall harm Macbeth.

MACBETH: Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
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,                                                 [85]
And sleep in spite of thunder.
Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand.
                           What is this
That rises like the issue of a king,
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty?

ALL:                           Listen, but speak not to't.

Third Apparition: Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care                       [90]
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.

MACBETH:                           That will never be
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree                                              [95]
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart                                          [100]
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.

MACBETH: I will be satisfied: deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.                               [105]
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?


First Witch: Show!

Second Witch: Show!

Third Witch: Show!

ALL: Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;                                                        [110]
Come like shadows, so depart!

A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand;
Banquo's Ghost following.

MACBETH: Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former. Filthy hags!                                                [115]
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                                   [120]
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.
[Apparitions vanish.]
                           What, is this so?

First Witch: Ay, sir, all this is so: but why                                                       [125]
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
And show the best of our delights:
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round:                                                  [130]
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The witches dance, and then vanish, with HECATE.]

MACBETH: Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Come in, without there!                                                                           [135]


LENNOX:                           What's your grace's will?

MACBETH: Saw you the weird sisters?

LENNOX:                           No, my lord.

MACBETH: Came they not by you?

LENNOX:                           No, indeed, my lord.

MACBETH: 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?                                       [140]

LENNOX: 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is fled to England.

MACBETH:                           Fled to England!

LENNOX: Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH: Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook                                                   [145]
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;                                                     [150]
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool:
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?                         [155]
Come, bring me where they are.


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