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The Tragedie of Macbeth.
Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
For th'Ingredience of our Cawdron.
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
For th'Ingredience of our Cawdron.
All.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
2
Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
Hec.
O well done: I commend your paines,
And euery one shall share i'th'gaines:
And now about the Cauldron sing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
2
By the pricking of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
O well done: I commend your paines,
And euery one shall share i'th'gaines:
And now about the Cauldron sing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
2
By the pricking of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb.
How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?
What is't you do?
All.
A deed without a name.
A deed without a name.
Macb.
I coniure you, by that which you Professe,
(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
To what I aske you.
I coniure you, by that which you Professe,
(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
To what I aske you.
1
Speake.
Speake.
2
Demand.
Demand.
3
Wee'l answer.
Wee'l answer.
1
Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,
Or from our Masters.
Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,
Or from our Masters.
Macb.
Call 'em: let me see 'em.
Call 'em: let me see 'em.
1
Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.
Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.
All.
Come high or low:
Thunder.Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
Macb.
Tell me, thou vnknowne power.
Come high or low:
Thunder.Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
Macb.
Tell me, thou vnknowne power.
1
He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought.
He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought.
1 Appar.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends.
Macb.
What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks
Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends.
Macb.
What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks
Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.
1
He will not be commanded: heere's another
Thunder.More potent then the first.
2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
2 Appar.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
He will not be commanded: heere's another
Thunder.More potent then the first.
2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
2 Appar.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
Macb.
Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.
Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.
2 Appar.
Be bloody, bold, & resolute:
Laugh to scorne
The powre of man: For none of woman borne
Descends.Shall harme Macbeth.
Be bloody, bold, & resolute:
Laugh to scorne
The powre of man: For none of woman borne
Descends.Shall harme Macbeth.
Mac.
Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;
ThunderAnd sleepe in spight of Thunder.
3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soueraignty?
Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;
ThunderAnd sleepe in spight of Thunder.
3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soueraignty?
All.
Listen, but speake not too't.
Listen, but speake not too't.
3 Appar.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Descend.Shall come against him.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Descend.Shall come against him.
Macb.
That will neuer bee:
Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this Kingdome?
That will neuer bee:
Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this Kingdome?
All.
Seeke to know no more.
Seeke to know no more.
Macb.
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
HoboyesWhy sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
HoboyesWhy sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
1
Shew.
Shew.
2
Shew.
Shew.
3
Shew.
Shew.
All.
Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
Come like shadowes, so depart.
A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
Macb.
Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:
A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Why do you shew me this? ———A fourth? Start eyes!
What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?
Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
And points at them for his. What? is this so?
Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
Come like shadowes, so depart.
A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
Macb.
Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:
A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Why do you shew me this? ———A fourth? Start eyes!
What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?
Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
And points at them for his. What? is this so?
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I Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
And shew the best of our delights.
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you performe your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Musicke.Our duties, did his welcome pay.
The Witches Dance, and vanish.
Macb.
Where are they? Gone?
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there.
I Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
And shew the best of our delights.
Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
While you performe your Antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Musicke.Our duties, did his welcome pay.
The Witches Dance, and vanish.
Macb.
Where are they? Gone?
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there.
Enter Lenox.
Lenox.
What's your Graces will.
What's your Graces will.
Macb.
