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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.

Macbeth

Act IV. Scene I.


A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron.
 
  
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
 
  First Witch.  Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. 
  Sec. Witch.  Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin’d.   4
  Third Witch.  Harper cries: ’Tis time, ’tis time. 
  First Witch.  Round about the cauldron go; 
In the poison’d entrails throw. 
Toad, that under cold stone   8
Days and nights hast thirty-one 
Swelter’d venom sleeping got, 
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. 
  All.  Double, double toil and trouble;  12
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 
  Sec. Witch.  Fillet of a fenny snake, 
In the cauldron boil and bake; 
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,  16
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, 
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, 
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing, 
For a charm of powerful trouble,  20
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
  All.  Double, double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 
  Third Witch.  Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,  24
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf 
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, 
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, 
Liver of blaspheming Jew,  28
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  32
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, 
Make the gruel thick and slab: 
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, 
For the ingredients of our cauldron.  36
  All.  Double, double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 
  Sec. Witch.  Cool it with a baboon’s blood, 
Then the charm is firm and good.  40
  
Enter HECATE.
 
  Hec.  O! well done! I commend your pains, 
And every one shall share i’ the gains. 
And now about the cauldron sing,  44
Like elves and fairies in a ring, 
Enchanting all that you put in.  [Music and a song, ‘Black Spirits,’ &c. 
  Sec. Witch.  By the pricking of my thumbs, 
Something wicked this way comes.  48
    Open, locks, 
    Whoever knocks. 
  
Enter MACBETH.
 
  Macb.  How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!  52
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:  56
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 lodg’d and trees blown down;  60
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,  64
Even till destruction sicken; answer me 
To what I ask you. 
  First Witch.        Speak. 
  Sec. Witch.        Demand.  68
  Third Witch.        We’ll answer. 
  First Witch.  Say if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths, 
Or from our masters’? 
  Macb.        Call’em: let me see ’em.  72
  First 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.  76
  All.        Come, high or low; 
Thyself and office deftly show. 
Thunder. First Apparition of an armed Head. 
  Macb.  Tell me, thou unknown power,—  80
  First Witch.        He knows thy thought: 
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. 
  First App.  Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; 
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.  [Descends.  84
  Macb.  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, 
More potent than the first.  88
  Thunder. Second  Apparition, a bloody Child. 
  Sec. App.  Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!— 
  Macb.  Had I three ears, I’d hear thee. 
  Sec. App.  Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn  92
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,  96
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. 
Thunder. Third Apparition, a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand. 100
What is this, 
That rises like the issue of a king, 
And wears upon his baby brow the round 
And top of sovereignty? 104
  All.        Listen, but speak not to ’t. 
  Third App.  Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care 
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: 
Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until 108
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 112
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! 
Rebellion’s head, rise never till the wood 
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac’d Macbeth 
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath 116
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? 120
  All.        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?  [Hautboys. 124
  First Witch.  Show! 
  Sec. Witch.  Show! 
  Third Witch.  Show! 
  All.  Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; 128
Come like shadows, so depart. 
  
A show of Eight Kings; the last with a glass in his hand: BANQUO’S Ghost following.
 
  Macb.  Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! 
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs: and thy hair, 132
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? 136
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 two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry. 140
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? 144
  First Witch.  Ay, sir, all this is so: but why 
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? 
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, 
And show the best of our delights. 148
I’ll charm the air to give a sound, 
While you perform your antick round, 
That this great king may kindly say, 
Our duties did his welcome pay.  [Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish with HECATE. 152
  Macb.  Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour 
Stand aye accursed in the calendar! 
Come in, without there! 
  
Enter LENNOX.
 156
  Len.        What’s your Grace’s will? 
  Macb.  Saw you the weird sisters? 
  Len.        No, my lord. 
  Macb.  Came they not by you? 160
  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? 164
  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. 168
  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 172
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 of the sword 176
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 moresights! Where are these gentlemen? 180
Come, bring me where they are.  [Exeunt. 

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