Macbeth Saucy Monologue

Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddle 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’the 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.
Hark, I am called. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.

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