Put in all these, 'twill raise the stench.
HECATE
Nay, here's three ounces of a red-haired wench.
CHORUS
Around, around, around, about, about,
All ill come running in, all good keep out.
[Exeunt Hecate and the three Singers.]
SECOND WITCH
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open locks,
Whoever knocks!
Enter Macbeth.
MACBETH
70 How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags, What is't you do?
ALL A deed without a name.
MACBETH
72 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
75 Against the churches, though the yeasty waves Confound and swallow navigation up,
77 Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down, Though castles topple on their warders' heads,
79 Though palaces and pyramids do slope 80 Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure 81 Of Nature's germens tumble all together 82 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
85 Or from our masters.
MACBETH Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
FIRST WITCH