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80 Macbeth [Act IV Something wicked this way comes : Open, locks, Whoever knocks ! Enter Macbeth Macbeth. How now, you secret, black, and mid- night hags ! What is't you do? All. A deed without a name. Macbeth. I conjure you, by that which you profess, 50 Howe'er you came to know it, answer me : Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up ; Though bladed corn be lodg'd 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 Of nature's germens tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken ; answer me 60 To what I ask you. First Witch. Speak. Second Witch. Demand. Third Witch. We'll answer. First Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters? 52-60. Explain the tragic recklessness here.