Ah, Shakespeare, one of my true favorites. I love his lyrical speeches and flowery words. It takes a bit to get used to, but oh it's worth the trouble...
William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914. MacbethAct IV. Scene I.
A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron.
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Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
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First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. | |
Sec. Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin’d. | 4 |
Third Witch. Harper cries: ’Tis time, ’tis time. | |
First Witch. Round about the cauldron go; | |
In the poison’d entrails throw. | |
Toad, that under cold stone | 8 |
Days and nights hast thirty-one | |
Swelter’d venom sleeping got, | |
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. | |
All. Double, double toil and trouble; | 12 |
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. | |
Sec. Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, | |
In the cauldron boil and bake; | |
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, | 16 |
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, | |
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, | |
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing, | |
For a charm of powerful trouble, | 20 |
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. | |
All. Double, double toil and trouble; | |
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. | |
Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, | 24 |
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf | |
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, | |
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, | |
Liver of blaspheming Jew, | 28 |
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 | 32 |
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, | |
Make the gruel thick and slab: | |
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, | |
For the ingredients of our cauldron. | 36 |
All. Double, double toil and trouble; | |
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. | |
Sec. Witch. Cool it with a baboon’s blood, | |
Then the charm is firm and good. | 40 |
Enter HECATE.
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Hec. O! well done! I commend your pains, | |
And every one shall share i’ the gains. | |
And now about the cauldron sing, | 44 |
Like elves and fairies in a ring, | |
Enchanting all that you put in. [Music and a song, ‘Black Spirits,’ &c. | |
Sec. Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, | |
Something wicked this way comes. | 48 |
Open, locks, | |
Whoever knocks. | |
Enter MACBETH.
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Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! | 52 |
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: | 56 |
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 lodg’d and trees blown down; | 60 |
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, | 64 |
Even till destruction sicken; answer me | |
To what I ask you. | |
First Witch. Speak. | |
Sec. Witch. Demand. | 68 |
Third Witch. We’ll answer. | |
First Witch. Say if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths, | |
Or from our masters’? | |
Macb. Call’em: let me see ’em. | 72 |
First 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. | 76 |
All. Come, high or low; | |
Thyself and office deftly show. | |
Thunder. First Apparition of an armed Head. | |
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,— | 80 |
First Witch. He knows thy thought: | |
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. | |
First App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; | |
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. [Descends. | 84 |
Macb. Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution thanks; | |
Thou hast harp’d my fear aright. But one word more,— | |
First Witch. He will not be commanded: here’s another, | |
More potent than the first. | 88 |
Thunder. Second Apparition, a bloody Child. | |
Sec. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!— | |
Macb. Had I three ears, I’d hear thee. | |
Sec. App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn | 92 |
The power of man, for none of woman born | |
Shall harm Macbeth. [Descends. | |
Macb. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? | |
But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, | 96 |
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; | |
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, | |
And sleep in spite of thunder. | |
Thunder. Third Apparition, a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand. | 100 |
What is this, | |
That rises like the issue of a king, | |
And wears upon his baby brow the round | |
And top of sovereignty? | 104 |
All. Listen, but speak not to ’t. | |
Third App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care | |
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: | |
Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until | 108 |
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill | |
Shall come against him. [Descends. | |
Macb. That will never be: | |
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree | 112 |
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! | |
Rebellion’s head, rise never till the wood | |
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac’d Macbeth | |
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath | 116 |
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 | |
Reign in this kingdom? | 120 |
All. Seek to know no more. | |
Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, | |
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. | |
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. | 124 |
First Witch. Show! | |
Sec. Witch. Show! | |
Third Witch. Show! | |
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; | 128 |
Come like shadows, so depart. |
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