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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,
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;
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
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
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.
First Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. Descends.
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,
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
Shall harm Macbeth.
Descends.
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,
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
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. Descends.
Macbeth
That will never be:
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
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
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.
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? Hautboys.
First Witch Show!
Second Witch Show!
Third Witch Show!
All Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
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 doth sear mine eye-balls. 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 two-fold balls and treble sceptres 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
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;
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!
Enter
Lennox
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?
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
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
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?
Come, bring me where they are. Exeunt.
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