By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
A deed without a name.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
Come like shadows, so depart.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?