Or show the glory of our art?
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 everything beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, fatal end.

[Exeunt Witches, L.

SPIRITS descend in Hecate's chair.

1st Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! Oh, come away! Hec. Hark! I am called; my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.

2d Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! Oh, come away! Hec. I come, I come, with all the speed I may.

Where's Stadlin?

3d Spir. Here ;-
Hec. Where's Puckle?

4th Spir. Here;

5th Spir. And Hoppo, too, and Hellwaine, too; 6th Spir. We want but you, we want but you.

Enter the Chorus of WITCHES, R. and L.

Chor. Come away, make up the count.
Hec. With new fall'n dew,

From church-yard yew,

I will but 'noint, and then I mount.

1st Spir. Why thou stay'st so long, I muse.
Hec. Tell me, Spirit, tell what news?
2d Spir. All goes fair for our delight.

Hec. Now I'm furnished for the flight.

Now I go, and now I fly,

[Places herself in her Chair.

Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
Oh, what a dainty pleasure's this,

To sail in the air,

While the moon shines fair,

To sing, to toy, to dance and kiss !
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over seas, our mistress' fountains,
Orer steeples, towers, and turrets,

We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.

Chor. We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits. [Hecate and the Spirits ascend into the air-the Witches exeunt various ways.

END OF ACT III.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Cave. In the Middle, a Cauldron boiling.

Thunder.

The three WITCHES discovered.

Ist Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
2d Witch. Thrice: and once the hedge-pig whined.
2d Witch. Harper cries, 'Tis time, 'tis time.
1st Witch. Round about the cauldron go;

In the poisoned entrails throw.

Toad, that under the cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one; Sweltered venom, sleeping got, Boil thou first i'the charmed pot. All. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

2d 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.

3d Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Silvered in the moon's eclipse ;

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered 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.

1st Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE, R.-SPIRITS, and Chorus of WITCHES. L.
Hec. Oh, 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.

MUSIC AND SONG.

Hecate. Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and grey,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.

1st Spir. Tiffin, Tiffin,

Keep it stiff in.

2d Spir. Firedrake, Puckey,

Make it lucky.

3d Spir. Liard, Robin,

You must bob in.

Chor. Around, around, around, about, about;

All ill come running in, all good keep out!

4th Spir. Here's the blood of a bat.

Hec. Put in that, put in that.

5th Spir. Here's Libbara's brain.

Hec. Put in a grain.

6th Spir. Here's juice of toad, and oil of adder;

These will make the charm grow madder.

Hec. Put in all these; 'twill raise a pois'nous stench!
Hold-here's three ounces of a red-haired wench.
Chor. Around, around, around, about, about;

All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Hec. By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes: - [Noise without.

Open, locks, whoever knocks.

[Exeunt all but the three Witches.

Enter MACBETH, descending steps, L. U. E.

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

To what I ask you.

1st Witch. Speak.

2d Witch. Demand.

3d Witch. We'll answer.

1st Witch. Say, if thou'd'st rather hear it from our

mouths,

Or from our master's?

Mach. Call them, let me see them.

1st 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.

FIRST APPARITION, an Armed Head, rises.

Mach. Tell me, thou unknown power,1st Witch. He knows thy thought;

Hear his speech, but say thou naught.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff! Beware the Thane of Fife.-Dismiss me enough.

[Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou hast harped my fear aright: But one word more1st Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's another

More potent than the first.

[Thunder.

SECOND APPARITION, a Bloody Child, rises.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!-
Mach. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn

The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.

[Descends.

Mach. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,

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 bough in his

What is this,

hand, rises.

That rises like the issue of a king,

And wears upon his baby brow the round

And top of sovereignty?

App. Listen, but speak not to't.

All. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are :
Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.

Mach. That will never be :

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

[Descends.

Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!

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?

All. Seek to know no more.

Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this,

And an eternal curse fall on you!

|Thunder. The Cauldron sinks.

Let me know,

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

Come like shadows, so depart.

[Apparitions of eight Kings, the last with a glass in his

hand; and Banquo passes across from R. U. E. to

L. U. E.

Mach. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls;-and thy hair,