Act IV · Scene I

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

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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.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSwelter'd venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;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,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;Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulfOf the ravin'd salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,Liver of blaspheming Jew,Gall of goat, and slips of yewSilver'd in the moon's eclipse,Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,Finger of birth-strangled babeDitch-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;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;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.Open, locks,Whoever knocks!

Enter MACBETH

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 fightAgainst the churches; though the yesty wavesConfound 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 slopeTheir heads to their foundations; though the treasureOf nature's germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer meTo 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 eatenHer nine farrow; grease that's sweatenFrom the murderer's gibbet throwInto 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 oneword 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 scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall 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

MACBETH

What is thisThat rises like the issue of a king,And wears upon his baby-brow the roundAnd top of sovereignty?

ALL

Listen, but speak not to't.

Third Apparition

Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no careWho chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.

Descends

MACBETH

That will never beWho can impress the forest, bid the treeUnfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!Rebellion's head, rise never till the woodOf Birnam rise, and our high-placed MacbethShall live the lease of nature, pay his breathTo time and mortal custom. Yet my heartThrobs to know one thing: tell me, if your artCan tell so much: shall Banquo's issue everReign 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; GHOST OF BANQUO 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!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 glassWhich shows me many more; and some I seeThat 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

MACBETH

What, is this so?

First Witch

Ay, sir, all this is so: but whyStands 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 hourStand 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 hearThe galloping of horse: who was't came by?

LENNOX

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you wordMacduff 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'ertookUnless the deed go with it; from this momentThe very firstlings of my heart shall beThe 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 swordHis wife, his babes, and all unfortunate soulsThat 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