chaudron, For th’ ingredients of our cauldron. 

 ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble. 

 SECOND WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood. Then the charm is firm and good. 

Enter Hecate.

Hecate

 HECATE. O, well done! I commend your pains, And everyone shall share i’ th’ gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. 

[Music and a song: “Black Spirits,” &c.]

[Exit Hecate.]

Hecate

 SECOND WITCH. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! 

Enter Macbeth.

Macbeth

 MACBETH. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is’t you do? 

 ALL. A deed without a name. 

 MACBETH. 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 Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown down; 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, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you. 

 FIRST WITCH. Speak. 

 SECOND WITCH. Demand. 

 THIRD WITCH. We’ll answer. 

 FIRST WITCH. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters? 

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