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SCENE V.
The open Country.Thunder.
Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
1 Witch.
Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.
Hec.
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 call'd to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our art?
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And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Hecate's Chair descends.
Musick and a Song.—Spirits in the Air.
Spir.
Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O, come away!
Hec.
Hark! I am call'd;—my little spirit, see
Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.
Spir.
Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O, come away!
Hec.
I come, I come, with all the speed I may.
Where's Stadlin?
Spir.
Here.
Hec.
Where's Puckle?
Spir.
Here;
And Hoppo too, and Hellwaine too;
We want but you, we want but you.
Enter the Chorus of Witches.
Chor.
Come away, make up the count.
Hec.
With new fall'n dew
From church-yard yew
I will but 'noint, and then I mount.
Spir.
Why thou stay'st so long, I muse.
Hec.
Tell me, Spirit, tell, what news?
Spir.
All goes fair for our delight.
Hec.
Now I'm furnish'd for the flight.
Hecate places herself in her Chair.
Now I go, and now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
O, what a dainty pleasure's this,
To sail in the air,
While the moon shines fair,
To sing, to toy, to dance and kiss!
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over seas, our mistress' fountains,
Over steeples, towers, and turrets,
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
Chor.
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
Hecate ascends, and the Witches Exeunt.
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