Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms, and everything beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon :
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch ere it come to ground:
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security

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
thoughts,

Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious

Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :
And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late;
Whom, you may say, if it please your Fleance
killed,

For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late;
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? damnéd fact !
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff is gone

To pray the holy king, upon his aid,
To wake Northumberland and warlike Seward:
That, by the help of these (with Him above
To ratify the work), we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honors;
All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate the King, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Len.
Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did
not I,"

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

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,
While you perform your antique round:
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[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
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight
(Her young ones in her nest) against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.