|Macbeth Monologue by William Shakespeare|
- 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 th' 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.
- He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
- His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
- And you all know security
- Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
- [Music, and a song.]
- Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
- Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.