Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time."

Round about the cauldron go,

4.1.51532In the poisoned entrails throw.

4.1.61533Toad that under cold stone

4.1.71534Days and nights has thirty-one

4.1.81535Sweltered venom sleeping got,

4.1.91536Boil thou first i'th' charmèd pot.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.111538Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake

4.1.131540In the cauldron boil and bake,

4.1.141541Eye of newt and toe of frog,

4.1.151542Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

4.1.161543Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

4.1.171544Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,

4.1.181545For a charm of powerful trouble,

4.1.191546Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.211548Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

4.1.231550Witch's mummy, maw and gulf

4.1.241551Of the ravined salt-sea shark,

4.1.251552Root of hemlock digged i'th' dark,

4.1.261553Liver of blaspheming Jew,

4.1.271554Gall of goat and slips of yew

4.1.281555Slivered in the moon's eclipse,

4.1.291556Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,

4.1.301557Finger of birth-strangled babe

4.1.311558Ditch-delivered by a drab,

4.1.321559Make the gruel thick and slab.

4.1.331560Add thereto a tiger's chawdron

4.1.341561For th'ingredience of our cauldron.

Double, double, toil and trouble,

4.1.361563Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

4.1.381565Then the charm is firm and good.

Oh, well done! I commend your pains,

4.1.401568And everyone shall share i'th' gains.

4.1.411569And now about the cauldron sing

4.1.421570Like elves and fairies in a ring,

4.1.431571Enchanting all that you put in.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

4.1.451574Something wicked this way comes;

4.1.461575Open locks, whoever knocks.

How now, you secret, black and midnight hags?

4.1.481578What is't you do?

What is't you do? A deed without a name.

I conjure you, by that which you profess,

4.1.501581Howe'er you come to know it, answer me.

4.1.511582Though you untie the winds and let them fight

4.1.521583Against the churches, though the yeasty waves

4.1.531584Confound and swallow navigation up,

4.1.541585Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down,

4.1.551586Though castles topple on their warders' heads,

4.1.561587Though palaces and pyramids do slope

4.1.571588Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure

4.1.581589Of nature's germen tumble altogether

4.1.591590Even till destruction sicken, answer me

4.1.601591To what I ask you.

To what I ask you. Speak.

To what I ask you. Speak. Demand.

To what I ask you. Speak. Demand. We'll answer.

Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths

4.1.621596Or from our masters'.

Or from our masters'. Call 'em; let me see 'em.

Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

4.1.641599Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten

4.1.651600From the murderer's gibbet, throw

4.1.661601Into the flame.

Into the flame. Come high or low,

4.1.671603Thyself and office deftly show.

Tell me, thou unknown power--

Tell me, thou unknown power-- He knows thy thought;

4.1.691607Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, 1609beware Macduff,

4.1.711610Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;

4.1.731613Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word more--

He will not be commanded. Here's another

4.1.751615More potent than the first.

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Be bloody, bold and resolute; 1620laugh to scorn

4.1.791621The power of man, for none of woman born

4.1.801622Shall harm Macbeth.

Then live, Macduff, what need I fear of thee?

4.1.821624But yet I'll make assurance double sure

4.1.831625And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live,

4.1.841626That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,

4.1.851627And sleep in spite of thunder.

4.1.861629What is this that rises like the issue of a king

4.1.871630And wears upon his baby-brow the round

4.1.881631And top of sovereignty?

And top of sovereignty? Listen, but speak not to't.

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care

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

4.1.891635Macbeth shall never vanquished be until

4.1.901636Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill

4.1.911637Shall come against him.

Shall come against him. That will never be.

4.1.921639Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

4.1.931640Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!

4.1.941641Rebellious dead, rise never till the Wood

4.1.951642Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth

4.1.961643Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

4.1.971644To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart

4.1.981645Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art

4.1.991646Can tell so much, shall Banquo's issue ever

4.1.1001647Reign in this kingdom?

Reign in this kingdom? Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied. Deny me this,

4.1.1021650And an eternal curse fall on you. Let me know.

4.1.1031651Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?

Show.

Show.

Show.

Show his eyes and grieve his heart,

4.1.1071656Come like shadows, so depart.

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo--down!

4.1.1091660Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs and thy hair,

4.1.1101661Thou other gold-bound-brow, is like the first;

4.1.1111662A third is like the former. Filthy hags,

4.1.1121663Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes!

4.1.1131664What, will the line stretch out to th'crack of doom?

4.1.1141665Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more,

4.1.1151666And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass

4.1.1161667Which shows me many more. And some I see

4.1.1171668That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.

4.1.1181669Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true,

4.1.1191670For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me

4.1.1201671And points at them for his. What, is this so?

Ay, sir, all this is so. But why

4.1.1221673Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

4.1.1231674Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites

4.1.1241675And show the best of our delights.

4.1.1251676I'll charm the air to give a sound

4.1.1261677While you perform your antic round

4.1.1271678That this great king may kindly say,

4.1.1281679Our duties did his welcome pay.

Where are they? Gone? 1682Let this pernicious hour

4.1.1301683Stand aye accursèd in the calendar.

4.1.1311684Come in, without there.

Come in, without there. What's your grace's will?

Saw you the weird sisters?

Saw you the weird sisters? No, my lord.

Came they not by you?

Came they not by you? No indeed, my lord.

Infected be the air whereon they ride

4.1.1351691And damned all those that trust them. I did hear

4.1.1361692The galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

4.1.1381694Macduff is fled to England.

Macduff is fled to England. Fled to England?

Ay, my good lord.

[Aside] Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits;

4.1.1411698The flighty purpose never is o'ertook

4.1.1421699Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,

4.1.1431700The very firstlings of my heart shall be

4.1.1441701The firstlings of my hand. And even now

4.1.1451702To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:

4.1.1461703The castle of Macduff I will surprise;

4.1.1471704Seize upon Fife; give to th'edge o'th' sword

4.1.1481705His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

4.1.1491706That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool,

4.1.1501707This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

4.1.1511708But no more sights! --Where are these gentlemen?

4.1.1521709Come, bring me where they are.