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2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
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 46 Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown
1 Witch, Speak.
We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our
mouths, Or from our masters' ? Macb.
Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
All. Come, high, or low;
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. Macb. What-e'er thou art, for thy good caution,
thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word
more :i TVitch. He will not be commanded : Here's
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody child rises.
Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth !-
scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.
Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of
- tree in his hand, rises.
Listen, but speak not.
That will never be:
Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show ! 2 IVitch. Show! 3 Witch, Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight kings appear48, and pass over the stage in order ; the last, with a glass in his hand : Banquo following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why
That this great king may kindly say,
[Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this pernici
What's your grace's will ?
No, my lord. Macb. Came they not by you? Len.
No, indeed, my lord. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride ; And damn’d, all those that trust them !-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was’t came by ?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb.
Fled to England ? Len. Ay, my good lord. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, 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