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Hecate, and the three Witches.
1. W. Why, how now, Hecat? you look angerly.

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and over-bold ? How did you dare
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death ?
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call’d to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a weyward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful ; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon :
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground :
And that, distillid by magick slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion :
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :

22 dismall, and a Fatal!

And you all know, fecurity
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
SONG. [within.] Come away,


&c. Hark, I am call’d; my little fpirit, fee, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 1.W. Come, let's make hafte, she'll soon be back again.


SCENE VI. Foris. A Room in the Palace.

Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther : only, I say, Things have been ftrangely born : The gracious Duncan Was pity'd of Macbeth : marry, he was dead : And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; (Whom you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled) Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monsterous It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight, In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too ; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has born all things well : and I do think, That, had he Duncan's fons under his key, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not) they should find What 'twere to kill a father ; so should Fleance. But, peace ; for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,



Macduf lives in disgrace : Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lor. The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff
Is gone; to pray the holy king, on his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward:
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 ;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate the king; that he
Prepares for some attempt.

len. Sent he to Macduff?

Lor. 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 clogis me with this answer.

LEN. And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
His message ere he come; that a swift blessing
May foon return to this our suffering country,
Under a hand accurft!
Lor. I'll send my prayers with him.


3 Sonnes

9 upon his 17 their King 18 attempt of Warres

SCENE I. A Cavern :
A Cauldron, in the Middle, boiling.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1. W. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2. W. Thrice, and once, the hedge-pig whin’d. 3. W. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

1. W. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw.

Toad, that under the cold stone
Days and nights haft thirty one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thout first i’the charm’d pot.
all. Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
2.W. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake :
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of T bat, and tongue of T dog,
Adder's T fork, and blind-worm's T fting,
Lizard's T leg, and owlet's T 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. W. Scale of T dragon, tooth oft wolf,
Witches' T mummy; maw, and gulf,
Of the ravin'd falt-seat shark ;
Root of T hemlock, dig'd i' the dark;

14 has

Livert of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of † goat; and flips of 7 yew,
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's T lips;
Finger of t birth-strangl'd babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and flab:
Add thereto a tyger's T chaudron,
For th' ingredience of our cauldron.

Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
2. W. Cool it with a baboon's T blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec, 0, 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,
Inchanting all that you put in.

[Musick. SONG. Black /pirits, &c.

2. W. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes : Open, locks, Whoever knocks.

Enter Macbeth. Macb. 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 untye the winds, and let them fight Againit the churches; though the yefty waves Confound and swallow navigation up;

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