No Fear Shakespeare
Macbeth
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Act 3, Scene 5
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Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES
meeting HECATE
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Thunder. The three WITCHES enter,
meeting HECATE. |
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FIRST WITCH
Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.
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FIRST WITCH
What’s wrong, Hecate? You look angry.
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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 called to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
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' th' morning. Thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and everything beside.
I am for the air. This night I’ll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon.
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop profound.
I’ll catch it ere it come to ground.
And that distilled by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
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HECATE
Don’t I have a reason to be angry, you disobedient hags?
How dare you give Macbeth riddles and prophecies about his future
without telling me? I am your boss and the source of your powers. I
am the one who secretly decides what evil things happen, but you
never called me to join in and show off my own powers. And
what’s worse, you’ve done all this for a man who
behaves like a spoiled brat, angry and hateful. Like all spoiled
sons, he chases after what he wants and doesn’t care about
you. But you can make it up to me. Go away now and in the morning
meet me in the pit by the river in hell. Macbeth will go there to
learn his destiny. You bring your cauldrons, your spells, your
charms, and everything else. I’m about to fly away.
I’ll spend tonight working to make something horrible
happen. I have a lot to do before noon. An important droplet is
hanging from the corner of the moon. I’ll catch it before
it falls to the ground. When I work it over with magic spells, the
drop will produce magical spirits that will trick Macbeth with
illusions.
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