Act 3 - Scene 5
Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE
Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside.
am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
Great business must be wrought ere
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to
And that distill'd by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He hopes 'bove
wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
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