Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?[4262]
Macb. I hear it by the way, but I will send:[4263] 130
There's not a one of them but in his house[4264]
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,[4265][4266]
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:[4266][4267]
More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know,[4268]
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good[4269] 135
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,[4270]
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:[4271]
Strange things I have in head that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. 140
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.[4272]
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse[4273]
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.[4274] [Exeunt.
Scene V. A heath.[4275]
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
First Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,[4276][4277]
Saucy and over-bold? How did you dare[4277]
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death; 5
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done 10
Hath been but for a wayward son,[4278]
Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do,[4279]
Loves for his own ends, not for you.[4280]
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron 15
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[4281] 20
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:[4282]
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground: 25
And that distill'd by magic sleights[4283]
Shall raise such artificial sprites[4284]
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear 30
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.[4285]
[Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c.