| Second Witch | |
Fillet of a fenny snake, | |
| | In the cauldron boil and bake; | |
| | Eye of newt and toe of frog, | |
| | Wool of bat and tongue of dog, | 15 |
| | 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. | |
| Third Witch | |
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, | |
| | Witches' mummy, maw and gulf | |
| | Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, | |
| | Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, | 25 |
| | Liver of blaspheming Jew, | |
| | Gall of goat, and slips of yew | |
| | Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, | |
| | Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, | |
| | Finger of birth-strangled babe | 30 |
| | Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, | |
| | Make the gruel thick and slab: | |
| | Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, | |
| | For the ingredients of our cauldron. | |
| MACBETH | |
I conjure you, by that which you profess, | 50 |
| | Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: | |
| | Though you untie the winds and let them fight | |
| | Against the churches; though the yesty waves | |
| | Confound and swallow navigation up; | |
| | Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; | 55 |
| | Though castles topple on their warders' heads; | |
| | Though palaces and pyramids do slope | |
| | Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure | |
| | Of nature's germens tumble all together, | |
| | Even till destruction sicken; answer me | 60 |
| | To what I ask you. | |
| MACBETH | |
Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? | |
| | But yet I'll make assurance double sure, | |
| | And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; | |
| | That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, | 90 |
| | And sleep in spite of thunder. | |
| | [Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, |
| | with a tree in his hand] |
| | What is this | |
| | That rises like the issue of a king, | |
| | And wears upon his baby-brow the round | |
| | And top of sovereignty? | 95 |
| MACBETH | |
That will never be | |
| | Who can impress the forest, bid the tree | |
| | Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! | |
| | Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood | 105 |
| | Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth | |
| | Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath | |
| | To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart | |
| | Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art | |
| | Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever | 110 |
| | Reign in this kingdom? | |
| MACBETH | |
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down! | |
| | Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, | |
| | Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. | |
| | A third is like the former. Filthy hags! | |
| | Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! | 125 |
| | What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? | |
| | Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more: | |
| | And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass | |
| | Which shows me many more; and some I see | |
| | That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: | 130 |
| | Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; | |
| | For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, | |
| | And points at them for his. | |
| | [Apparitions vanish] |
| | What, is this so? | |
| First Witch | |
Ay, sir, all this is so: but why | 135 |
| | Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? | |
| | Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, | |
| | And show the best of our delights: | |
| | I'll charm the air to give a sound, | |
| | While you perform your antic round: | 140 |
| | That this great king may kindly say, | |
| | Our duties did his welcome pay. | |
| | [Music. The witches dance and then vanish, |
| | with HECATE] |
| MACBETH | |
Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: | |
| | The flighty purpose never is o'ertook | |
| | Unless the deed go with it; from this moment | 160 |
| | The very firstlings of my heart shall be | |
| | The firstlings of my hand. And even now, | |
| | To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: | |
| | The castle of Macduff I will surprise; | |
| | Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword | 165 |
| | His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls | |
| | That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; | |
| | This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. | |
| | But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen? | |
| | Come, bring me where they are. | 170 |
| | [Exeunt] |