Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights: I’ll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round; That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay. Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish, with Hecate .

Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there!

Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn’d all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse: who was’t came by?

’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England.