ACT III SCENE V | A heath. | |
[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,
ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants ] |
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE] |
First Witch | Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. |
HECATE | Have I not reason, beldams as you are, |
| Saucy and overbold? How did you dare |
| To trade and traffic with Macbeth |
| In riddles and affairs of death; |
| And I, the mistress of your charms, |
| The close contriver of all harms, |
| Was never call'd to bear my part, |
| Or show the glory of our art? |
| And, which is worse, all you have done | 10 |
| Hath been but for a wayward son, |
| Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, |
| Loves for his own ends, not for you. |
| But make amends now: get you gone, |
| And at the pit of Acheron |
| Meet me i' the morning: thither he |
| Will come to know his destiny: |
| Your vessels and your spells provide, |
| Your charms and every thing beside. |
| I am for the air; this night I'll spend | 20 |
| Unto a dismal and a fatal end: |
| Great business must be wrought ere noon: |
| Upon the corner of the moon |
| There hangs a vaporous drop profound; |
| I'll catch it ere it come to ground: |
| And that distill'd by magic sleights |
| Shall raise such artificial sprites |
| As by the strength of their illusion |
| Shall draw him on to his confusion: |
| He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear | 30 |
| 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. |
[Exit] |
First Witch | Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. |
[Exeunt] |