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What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with achès; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.



No, 'pray thee!

I must obey his art is of such power, (Aside.)
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.


So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND

following him.


Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands;

Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd

(The wild waves whist)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!

Burthen. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly)

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more;-and sure it waits upon

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.-But 'tis gone :-
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies ;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into some rich thing and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell ;

Hark! now I hear them,-ding, dong, bell.

(Burthen, Ding-dong.)

Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned father,
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes ;-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,1
And say, what thou seest yond!


What is 't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe, me, sir,

It carries a brave form :—but 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have,-such. This gallant which thou seest,

Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

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As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.

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On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instructions give,
How I may bear me here. My prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?


But, certainly a maid.


No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How! the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A simple thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep; myself am Naples ;2
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.

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Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain.

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And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do 't.-At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes!-Delicate Ariel (aside),
I'll set thee free for this!

1 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

Why Shakspeare should have condescended to the elaborate nothingness, not to say nonsense of this metaphor (for what is meant by advancing "curtains?") I cannot conceive; that is to say, if he did condescend; for it looks very like the interpolation of some pompous, declamatory player. Pope has put it into his treatise on the Bathos.

2" Myself am Naples."-This is a very summary and kingly style. Shakspeare is fond of it. "How, now, France?" says King John to King Philip, "I'm dying, Egypt!" says Antony to Cleopatra.


This scene fortunately comprises a summary of the whole subsequent history of Macbeth.

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter three Witches.

1st Wi. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd,

1st Wi.

2nd Wi. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd,
3rd Wi. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmèd pot!
Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.
2nd Wi. Fillet of a fenny snake,


In the caldron 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.

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Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark :
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab;

Make the gruel thick and slab;
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.

2nd Wi. Cool it with a baboon's blood.

Enter HECATE and the three other WITCHES
Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;

And every one shall share i' the gains,

And now about the caldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

(Music and a Song, Black Spirits, &c.)

2nd Wi. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes :— Open, locks, whoever knocks.


Mac. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags, What is 't you do?


A deed without a name.

Mac. 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 germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken, answer me

To what I ask you.

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1st Wi. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,

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Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
Mac. Tell me, thou unknown power,-
1st Wi.

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.


Mac. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word more ;—
1st Wi. He will not be commanded. Here's another,
More potent than the first.

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.3
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!-

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.

Mac. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?

But yet I'll make assurance doubly 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.—What is this?

Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand,


That rises like the issue of a king;

And wears upon his baby-brow the round

And top of sovereignty!


Listen, but speak not to 't.

App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are; Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

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