The Tragedy Of Macbeth

1 Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting Hecate.
2 FIRST WITCH.
3 Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.
4 HECATE.
5 Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
6 Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
7 To trade and traffic with Macbeth
8 In riddles and affairs of death;
9 And I, the mistress of your charms,
10 The close contriver of all harms,
11 Was never call’d to bear my part,
12 Or show the glory of our art?
13 And, which is worse, all you have done
14 Hath been but for a wayward son,
15 Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do,
16 Loves for his own ends, not for you.
17 But make amends now: get you gone,
18 And at the pit of Acheron
19 Meet me i’ th’ morning: thither he
20 Will come to know his destiny.
21 Your vessels and your spells provide,
22 Your charms, and everything beside.
23 I am for th’ air; this night I’ll spend
24 Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
25 Great business must be wrought ere noon.
26 Upon the corner of the moon
27 There hangs a vap’rous drop profound;
28 I’ll catch it ere it come to ground:
29 And that, distill’d by magic sleights,
30 Shall raise such artificial sprites,
31 As, by the strength of their illusion,
32 Shall draw him on to his confusion.
33 He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
34 His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear.
35 And you all know, security
36 Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
37 [_Music and song within, “Come away, come away” &c._]
38 Hark! I am call’d; my little spirit, see,
39 Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.
40 [_Exit._]
41 FIRST WITCH.
42 Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again.
43 [_Exeunt._]