1556Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:

1557Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,

1558Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,

1559Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.

1560Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,

1561For th'Ingredience of our Cawdron.

1562All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,

1563Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.

15642 Coole it with a Baboones blood,

1565Then the Charme is firme and good.

1567Hec. O well done: I commend your paines,

1568And euery one shall share i'th'gaines:

1569And now about the Cauldron sing

1570Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,

1571Inchanting all that you put in.

15732 By the pricking of my Thumbes,

1574Something wicked this way comes:

1575Open Lockes, who euer knockes.

1577Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?

1578What is't you do?

1579All. A deed without a name.

1580Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe,

1581(How ere you come to know it) answer me:

1582Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight

1583Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues

1584Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:

1585Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,

1586Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:

1587Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope

1588Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure

1589Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,

1590Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me

1591To what I aske you.

15921 Speake.

15932 Demand.

15943 Wee'l answer.

15951 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,

1596Or from our Masters.

1597Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em.

15981 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten

1599Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten

1600From the Murderers Gibbet, throw

1601Into the Flame.

1602All. Come high or low:

1603Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show. Thunder.

1605Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power.

16061 He knowes thy thought:

1607Heare his speech, but say thou nought.

16081 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:

1609Beware Macduffe,

1610Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.

1612Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks

1613Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.

16141 He will not be commanded: heere's another

1615More potent then the first. Thunder.

16172 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

1618Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.

16192 Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute:

1620Laugh to scorne

1621The powre of man: For none of woman borne

1622Shall harme Macbeth. Descends.

1623Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?

1624But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,

1625And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,

1626That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;

1627And sleepe in spight of Thunder. Thunder

1629What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,

1630And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round

1631And top of Soueraignty?

1632All. Listen, but speake not too't.

16333 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:

1634Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:

1635Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill

1636Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill

1637Shall come against him. Descend.

1638Macb. That will neuer bee:

1639Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree

1640Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:

1641Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood

1642Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth

1643Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath

1644To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart

1645Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art

1646Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer

1647Reigne in this Kingdome?

1648All. Seeke to know no more.

1649Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this,

1650And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.

1651Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this? Hoboyes

16521 Shew.

16532 Shew.

16543 Shew.

1655All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,

1656Come like shadowes, so depart.

1659Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:

1660Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire

1661Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:

1662A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,

1663Why do you shew me this? --- A fourth? Start eyes!

1664What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?

1665Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:

1666And yet the eight appeares, who beares a glasse,

1667Which shewes me many more: and some I see,

1668That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.

1669Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,

1670For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,

1671And points at them for his. What? is this so?

16721 I Sir, all this is so. But why

1673Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

1674Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,

1675And shew the best of our delights.

1676Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,

1677While you performe your Antique round:

1678That this great King may kindly say,

1679Our duties, did his welcome pay. Musicke.

1681Macb. Where are they? Gone?

1682Let this pernitious houre,

1683Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.

1684Come in, without there. Enter Lenox.

1685Lenox. What's your Graces will.