ACT 3
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE]
FIRST WITCH
Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.
What’s up with you, Hecate? You look angry.
HECATE
Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Don’t I have reason, witches that you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
Cocky and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
Engage in speaking with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
And I, your boss and source of spells,
The close contriver of all harms,
The secret source where evil dwells,
Was never called to bear my part,
Was never called to play my part
Or show the glory of our art?
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
And, worse than that, what you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Was only for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Spiteful and angry, like others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
Loves selfishly, and not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,
But fix this now: get out of here,
And at the pit of Acheron
At Hades river, reappear
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
And meet me in the morning. He
Will come to know his destiny:
Will come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Prepare your potions in your pot,
Your charms and every thing beside.
Your spells and everything you’ve got
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
I’m out of here; tonight I’ll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
Time thinking of an awful end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
I’ve much to do before it’s noon.
Upon the corner of the moon
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
There hangs a drop, noxious and clear,
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
I’ll catch before it’s landed here,
And that distilled by magic sleights
And that distilled by magic trick
Shall raise such artificial sprites
Will make the spirits rise and tick,
As by the strength of their illusion
And by the power of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
Will lead Macbeth into confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He’ll spurn his fate, scorn death, and feel
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
His wisdom, grace and fear’s more real.
And you all know, security
And we all know self-confidence
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Makes mortals suffer consequence.
[Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away', ETc]
Hark! I am called; my little spirit, see,
Quiet! I’m called; my little spirit, see
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
Sits in the foggy clouds, and calls for me.
[Exit]
FIRST WITCH
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
Come on, be quick; she’ll soon be back again.
[Exeunt]
