| A | B |
|---|
| Thrice the brindled cat hath mewed | Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined |
| Toad,that under cold stone | Days and nights has thirty-one |
| Eye of newt, and toe of frog | Wool of bat , and tongue of dog |
| Double, double toil and trouble | Fire burn, and cauldron bubble |
| Finger of birth-strangled babe | Ditch-delivered by a drab |
| Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf | Witches' mummy, maw and gulf |
| Cool it with a baboon's blood | Then the charm is firm and good |
| By the pricking of my thumbs | Something wicked this way comes |
| I conjure you by that which you profess | Howe'er you come to know it, answer me |
| though the yeasty waves | Confound and swallow navigation up |
| though the treasure of nature's germen | tumble altogether even till destruction |
| Pour in sow's blood | that hath eaten her nine farrow |
| Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth | beware Macduff |
| Thanks | Thou hast harped my fear aright |
| for none of woman born | Shall harm Macbeth |
| But yet I'll make assurance doulble sure | And take a bond of fate: thou shall not live |
| Macbeth shall never vanquished be until | Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him |
| I will be satisfied. Deny me this | And an eternal curse fall on you. |
| What, will the line | stretch out to th'crack of doom? |
| Now I see 'tis true | For the blood-bolterd Banquo smiles upon me |
| Ay, sir, all this is so. | But why stands Macbeth thus amazedly? |
| Saw you the weird sisters? | No. my Lord |
| Infected be the air whereon they ride | And damned all those that trudt them. |
| From this moment the very firstlings of my heart | shall be the firstlings of my hand |
| The castle of Macduff | I will surprise |
| give to th'egde o'th'sword | His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls |
| This deed I'll do | before this purpose cool |
| The flighty purpose never is o'ertook | Unless the deed go with it. |
