14311. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?

1432Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are?

1433Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare

1434To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,

1435In Riddles, and Affaires of death;

1436And I the Mistris of your Charmes,

1437The close contriuer of all harmes,

1438Was neuer call'd to beare my part,

1439Or shew the glory of our Art?

1440And which is worse, all you haue done

1441Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,

1442Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)

1443Loues for his owne ends, not for you.

1444But make amends now: Get you gon,

1445And at the pit of Acheron

1446Meete me i'th'Morning: thither he

1447Will come, to know his Destinie.

1448Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,

1449Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;

1450I am for th'Ayre: This night Ile spend

1451Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.

1452Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.

1453Vpon the Corner of the Moone

1454There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,

1455Ile catch it ere it come to ground;

1456And that distill'd by Magicke slights,

1457Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,

1458As by the strength of their illusion,

1459Shall draw him on to his Confusion.

1460He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare

1461His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:

1462And you all know, Security

1463Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.

1465Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see

1466Sits in a Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.

14681 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be

1469Backe againe. Exeunt.