THIRD WITCH Show!
ALL
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart,
Come like shadows, so depart.133
A show of eight Kings and Banquo, last [King ] with a
glass in his hand.
MACBETH
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former. Filthy hags,
Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes!138
What, will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom?
Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more.140
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
Which shows me many more; and some I see
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.143
Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true;
For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me145
And points at them for his. What? Is this so?
[Exeunt apparitions.]
FIRST WITCH
Ay, sir, all this is so. But why147
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites149
And show the best
of our delights.150
I'll charm the air to give a sound
While you perform your antic round,152
That this great king may kindly say