Macbeth

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

Porter

Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator 
with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him;
makes him stand to, and not stand to — in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macbeth

They’ve tied me to a stake.  I can’t run away, I have to stand and fight it out like a bear tied up to fight with dogs.  Where’s this person who wasn’t born from a woman? He’s the only one I need to be afraid of.

[Enter Young  Siward]

Young Siward

What’s your name?

Macbeth

You’d be afraid to hear it.

Young Siward

No I wouldn’t. Even if you were the most terrifying thing in hell.

Malcolm

We’re close enough now.  Throw down your branches and show yourselves. Uncle, you and your worthy son will lead the first battalion in the attack. Macduff and I will direct the rest of the army according to our plans.

Siward

Farewell. If we find Macbeth’s forces tonight, we deserve to lose if we can’t put up a good fight.

Macduff

Blow all our trumpets. Give the trumpets voice, these announcers of blood and death!

[All exit]

 

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