Witches. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn! and cauldron, bubble! Witches. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Lady M. Hark !-Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd:He is about it. Hec. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Macb. [Witches vanish.] Where are they? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Lady M. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed! Act IV. Scene II. Act V. Scene I. |