Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;[4331]
And every one shall share i' the gains: 40
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.
[Hecate retires.[4332]
Sec. Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes: 45
Open, locks,[4333]
Whoever knocks![4333]
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags![4334]
What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name.
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, 50
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 lodged and trees blown down;[4335] 55
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;[4336]
Though palaces and pyramids do slope[4337]
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble all together,[4338]
Even till destruction sicken; answer me 60
To what I ask you.
First Witch. Speak.
Sec. Witch. Demand.