MACBETH
Act 6, Scene 1
First Witch
: Round about the world doth go,Be men such fools they cannot know
What ancient rules they now break;
Their own shackles do they make.
Donalbain
: Weird sisters, I conjure you,By that which you profess, answer me.
First Witch: Speak.
Second Witch: Demand.
Third Witch: We'll answer.
First Witch: Macbeth our knowledge did crave
But beware, it led him to the grave.
Donalbain: Your warnings deter me not. Tell me
What twisting turns of fate lie ahead?
Third Witch: Our guidance you have come to seek
But we reveal only the iceberg's peak;
Your brother's crown the English saved
But their wrath he'll soon dare to brave.
Second Witch: Ten-thousand daggers his way come
Forged in fire, and cooled in blood
But to him no harm shall come
'Til bright key runs through dark chasm.
Donalbain: My brother's fortunes you have told, but
What of me? I neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch: The lines of blood run thick and deep
Into an everlasting sleep
But as we have now foretold
You shall follow i' the lines of gold.
Donalbain: Bright key? Dark chasm? Lines of blood
And those of gold? These are of no use to me.
Tell me in terms more plain what fortune has in store.
All: To know the future is
A very dangerous game
When fair's foul and foul's fair.
[Witches vanish into the air.]
Donalbain: Prophesies have now been had, warnings given
And o'er passed. They to Macbeth's grave did lead, but
What's laying in wait for me? All foul may be fair,
And all fair may be foul but I'll measure time and place.
