Why, how now, Hecate, you look angerly?

Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

3.5.31433Saucy and over-bold? How did you dare

3.5.41434To trade and traffic with Macbeth

3.5.51435In riddles and affairs of death,

3.5.61436And I the mistress of your charms,

3.5.71437The close contriver of all harms,

3.5.81438Was never called to bear my part

3.5.91439Or show the glory of our art?

3.5.101440And which is worse, all you have done

3.5.111441Hath been but for a wayward son,

3.5.121442Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

3.5.131443Loves for his own ends, not for you.

3.5.141444But make amends now: get you gone

3.5.151445And at the pit of Acheron

3.5.161446Meet me i'th' morning. Thither he

3.5.171447Will come to know his destiny.

3.5.181448Your vessels and your spells provide,

3.5.191449Your charms and every thing beside.

3.5.201450I am for th'air: this night I'll spend

3.5.211451Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

3.5.221452Great business must be wrought ere noon.

3.5.231453Upon the corner of the moon

3.5.241454There hangs a vap'rous drop profound;

3.5.251455I'll catch it ere it come to ground.

3.5.261456And that distilled by magic sleights

3.5.271457Shall raise such artificial sprites

3.5.281458As by the strength of their illusion

3.5.291459Shall draw him on to his confusion.

3.5.301460He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

3.5.311461His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.

3.5.321462And you all know security

3.5.331463Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

3.5.341465Hark, I am called: my little spirit, see,

3.5.351466Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.

Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be 1469back again.