143 Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse 144 Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
We are yet but young in deed.
Exeunt.
III.5Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
FIRST WITCH
Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.
HECATE
2 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,
7 The close contriver of all harms, 8 Was never called to bear my part Or show the glory of our art?
10 And, which is worse, all you have done 11 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
15 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,18
Your charms and everything beside.
I am for th' air. This night I'll spend20
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;24
I'll catch it ere it come to ground;
And that, distilled by magic sleights,26
Shall raise such artificial sprites27
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.29
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear30