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.
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters?
Call 'em, let me see 'em.
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet throw
Into the flame.
Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!
[Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.]
Tell me, thou unknown power, —
He knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff;
Beware the Thane of Fife. — Dismiss me: — enough.
Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: — but one word more, —
He will not be commanded: here's another,
More potent than the first.
[Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.]
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double 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
That rises like the issue of a king,
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
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