O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i’ the gains: And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. Music and a song: “ Black spirits, ” etc. Hecate retires.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Open, locks, Whoever knocks!

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is’t you do?