A Heath.
 Thunder.Enter the three WITCHES, meeting HECATE.

1st Witch	Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.

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.
					   [Song within, 'Come away, come away' etc.
	Hark, I am called. My little spirit, see,
	Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
												[Exit.
1st Witch	Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
												[Exeunt.
