Description: MacBeth listens to the witches as they give him more prophecies.
William Shakespeare's "MacBeth"
Act 4, Scene 1
Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes. 1595
Macbeth: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do? 1600
All: A deed without a name.
Macbeth: I conjure you, by that which you profess,
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves 1605
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure 1610
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.