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Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time."
Round about the cauldron go,
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fillet of a fenny snake
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Oh, well done! I commend your pains,
4.1.43.2[Exeunt Hecate and the three other Witches.]
By the pricking of my thumbs,
How now, you secret, black and midnight hags?
1579All
A deed without a name.
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
15921 Witch
Speak.
15932 Witch
Demand.
15943 Witch
We'll answer.
Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths
1597Macbeth
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
1602All
Come high or low,
Tell me, thou unknown power--
16061 Witch
He knows thy thought;
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, 1609beware Macduff,
Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
He will not be commanded. Here's another
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
Be bloody, bold and resolute; 1620laugh to scorn
4.1.80.1Descends.
Then live, Macduff, what need I fear of thee?
1632All
Listen, but speak not to't.
16333 Apparition
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
1634Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
4.1.91.1Descends.
1638Macbeth
That will never be.
1648All
Seek to know no more.
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
4.1.102.1[Cauldron descends.] Hautboys.
16521 Witch
Show.
Show.
Show.
Show his eyes and grieve his heart,
4.1.107.11657A show of eight kings, [the] last with a glass 1658in his hand; [Banquo's ghost following].
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo--down!
4.1.120.1[Apparitions and Banquo's ghost vanish.]
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
Where are they? Gone? 1682Let this pernicious hour
4.1.131.1Enter Lennox.
1685Lennox
What's your grace's will?
Saw you the weird sisters?
1687Lennox
No, my lord.
Came they not by you?
1689Lennox
No indeed, my lord.
Infected be the air whereon they ride
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
1695Macbeth
Fled to England?
Ay, my good lord.
[Aside] Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits;
4.1.152.1Exeunt.