Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd
2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd
3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time
1 Round about the Caldron go: In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad, that vnder cold stone, Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one: Sweltred Venom sleeping got, Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot
All. Double, double, toile and trouble; Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake, In the Cauldron boyle and bake: Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge, Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge: Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting, Lizards legge, and Howlets wing: For a Charme of powrefull trouble, Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke: Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke: Liuer of Blaspheming Iew, Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew, Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse: Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips: Finger of Birth-strangled Babe, Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab, Make the Grewell thicke, and slab. Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron, For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
2 Coole it with a Baboones blood, Then the Charme is firme and good. Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
Hec. O well done: I commend your paines, And euery one shall share i'th' gaines: And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring, Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
2 By the pricking of my Thumbes, Something wicked this way comes: Open Lockes, who euer knockes. Enter Macbeth.
Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags? What is't you do? All. A deed without a name
Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe, (How ere you come to know it) answer me: Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp: Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe, Though Castles topple on their Warders heads: Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether, Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me To what I aske you
1 Speake
2 Demand
3 Wee'l answer
1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes, Or from our Masters
Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em
1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten From the Murderers Gibbet, throw Into the Flame
All. Come high or low: Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show. Thunder. 1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power
1 He knowes thy thought: Heare his speech, but say thou nought
1 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: Beware Macduffe, Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends.
Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more
1 He will not be commanded: heere's another More potent then the first.
Thunder. 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth
Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee