ACT 1
Scene 1
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

...set of sun.
Where the place?

...meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin.

...Paddock calls. Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
They exit.

Scene 3

...Macbeth hath won.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
Where hast thou been, sister?

...Sister, where thou?
A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munched and munched and munched. “Give me,” quoth I.
“Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger;
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.

...thee a wind.
Th’ art kind.

...And I another.
I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow;
All the quarters that they know
I’ th’ shipman’s card.
I’ll drain him dry as hay.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.

...me, show me.
Here I have a pilot’s thumb,
Wracked as homeward he did come.

...Macbeth doth come.
ALL, dancing in a circle
The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace, the charm’s wound up.

...What are you?
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

...nor your hate.
Hail!

... Hail! Hail!
Lesser than Macbeth and greater.

...Macbeth and Banquo!
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

...I charge you.
Witches vanish.

ACT 3
Scene 5

...young in deed.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.

...come away, etc.
Come, let’s make haste. She’ll soon be back again.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...prayers with him.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

...time, ’tis time!”
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’ charmèd pot.
The Witches circle the cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

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

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

...’t you do?
A deed without a name.

...I ask you.
Speak.

... We’ll answer.
Say if th’ hadst rather hear it from our mouths
Or from our masters’.

...me see ’em.
Pour in sow’s blood that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten
From the murderers’ gibbet throw
Into the flame.
Come high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show.

...thou unknown power—
He knows thy thought.
Hear his speech but say thou naught.

...word more—
He will not be commanded. Here’s another
More potent than the first.

...top of sovereignty?
Listen but speak not to ’t.

...in this kingdom?
Seek to know no more.

...noise is this?
Show.

... Show. Show.
Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
Come like shadows; so depart.

...is this so?
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites
And show the best of our delights.
I’ll charm the air to give a sound
While you perform your antic round,
That this great king may kindly say
Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.