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Great Birnan Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.
He descends.

MACBETH
That will never be.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! Good!
Rebellious dead rise never till the wood
Of Birnan rise, and our high-placed Macbeth

Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art [100]
Can tell so much, shall Banquo’s issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?

ALL
Seek to know no more.

MACBETH
I will be satisfied! Deny me this
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
Why sinks that cauldron?

Hautboys.

And what noise is this?

FIRST WITCH

Show!

SECOND WITCH

Show!

THIRD WITCH
Show!