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But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself?

The son of Duncan,

Lord. From whom this tyrant holds the due of

birth,

Lives in the English court; and is received Of the most pious Edward with such grace, That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect: thither Mac duff

Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid To wake Northumberland, and warlike Si ward :

That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody
knives;
[ors ;-
Do faithful homage, and receive free hon-
All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.

Len.
Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir,

not I,

The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums; as who should say, You'll rue

the time

That clogs me with this answer.

Len.

And that well might

Advise him to a caution, to hold what dis

tance

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
His message ere he come; that a swift bless-
ing

May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed!

Lord.

I'll send my prayers with him!

[Exeuut.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

I Witch.

HRICE the brindled cat hath mew'd.

2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined.

3 Witch. Harpier cries:- 'tis time, 'tis time.

I Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 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, 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. All. Double, double toil and trouble

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 3 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; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,— Make the gruel thick and slab; Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE, to the other three-Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains,

And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

SONG.

Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and gray:
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes :— Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Enter MACBETH.

Mach. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags,

What is't you do?

All.

A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you

profess,

(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;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the

treasure

Of nature's germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
To what I ask you.

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I Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from

our mouths,

Or from our masters'?

Macb.

Call them, let me see them.

I Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath
eaten

Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw

Into the flame.

All.

Come, high, or low;

Thyself, and office, deftly show.

Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,I Witch. He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;

Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me :

enough.

[Descends.

Mach. Whate'er thou art, for thy good cau

tion, thanks;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word more :

I Witch. He will not be commanded: here's another,

More potent than the first.

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

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