Second Witch.
[Halting and stepping one side and looking at thumbs:]
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
[Enter Macbeth in ghostly garments. He strides forward. When near Witches he stops, frowns a second.]
Macbeth. How, now, you secret, black, a^d midnight hags!
What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name.
Macb. 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 bladcd corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slop
Their heads to their foundations; though the measure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
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 't from our mouths,
Or from our masters'?
Macb. Call 'em; let me see 'em.
First Witch. Pour in sow's blood that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet throw
Into the flame.
[As Witch speaks oilier two pass around Cauldron throwing in something.]
