Macb. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, Macb. What man dare, I dare: Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke With most admired disorder. Without our special wonder? You make me We are yet but young in deed. strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows Question enrages him. At once, good night: Len. Good night, and better health A kind good night to all! have blood; [Exeunt. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches. 1st Witch. Why, how now Hecate? you look Hec. Have I not reason, beldame as you are, Stones have been known to move, and trees to Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have Loves for his own ends, not for you. By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' the morning; thither he The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night? Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells provide, Is mortals' chiefest enemy. SONG [within]. Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am called; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 1st. Witch. Come, let's make haste; she 'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOXx and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your Which can interpret further: only, I say, Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead : For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late; From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff is gone To pray the holy king, upon his aid, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; and with an absolute "Sir, Enter the three Witches. 1st Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. 2nd Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined. 3rd Witch. Harper cries :-'T is time, 't is time. 1st Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under the cold stone, Days and nights hast thirty-one. Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charméd pot! Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2nd Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, All. All. 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. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3rd Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witch's mummy; maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock, digged i' the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew Slivered in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chawdron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. All. 2nd Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i̇' the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Of Birnam rise; and our high-placed Macbeth Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Reign in this kingdom? 1st Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazédly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, And shew the best of our delights; I'll charm the air to give a sound, [Music. The Witches dance and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! — Come in, without there! Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion, and his titles in a place Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread ex- Each way, and move.—I take my leave of you: |