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