She ascends with the spirit and sings

Now I go, now I fly,

Malkin my sweet spirit and I.

⌈SPIRITS and HECATE⌉

O what a dainty pleasure ‘tis

To ride in the air

When the moon shines fair,

And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss.

Over woods, high rocks and mountains,

Over seas and misty fountains,

Over steeples, towers and turrets,

We fly by night ’mongst troops of spirits.

No ring of bells to our ears sounds,

No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds.

No, not the noise of waters-breach

Or cannons’ throat our height can reach.

SPIRITS ⌈abovel⌉

No ring of bells to our ears sounds,

No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds.

No, not the noise of waters-breach

Or cannons’ throat our height can reach.

Exeunt into the heavens the

Spirit like a Cat and Hecate

FIRST WITCH

Come, let’s make haste. She’ll soon be back again.

Exeunt

3.6 Enter Lennox and another Lord

LENNOX

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret farther. Only I say

Things have been strangely borne. The gracious

Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead;

And the right valiant Banquo walked too late,

Whom you may say, if’t please you, Fleance killed,

For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

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 angered any heart alive

To hear the men deny’t. So that I say

He has borne all things well, and I do think

That had he Duncan’s sons 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 failed

His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear

Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell

Where he bestows himself?

LORD

The son of Duncan

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth

Lives in the English court, and is received

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 upon his aid

To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward,

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 their king that he

Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX Sent he to Macduff?

LORD

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 clogs me with this answer.’

LENNOX

And that well might

Advise him to a caution t’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 soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed.

LORD

I’ll send my prayers with him. Exeunt

4.1 A Cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches

FIRST WITCH

Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

SECOND WITCH

Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.

THIRD WITCH

Harpier cries “Tis time, ‘tis time.’

FIRST WITCH

Round about the cauldron go,

In the poisoned entrails throw.

Toad that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Sweltered venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i’th’ charmed pot.

ALL

Double, double, toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND 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.

THIRD WITCH

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf

Of the ravined salt-sea shark,

Root of hemlock digged i‘th’ dark,

Liver of blaspheming Jew,

Gall of goat, and slips of yew

Slivered in the moon’s eclipse,

Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips,