Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.Double, double toil and trouble,
Oh well done! I commend your pains, And every one shall share i' th' gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.
Though you untie the winds and let them fightHowe'er you come to know it answer me. I conjure you by that which you profess—
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff.Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
Yes, my good lord.
Come, bring me where they are.But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen? This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool.That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool. His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Seize upon Fife, give to th' edge o' th' sword The castle of Macduff I will surprise,