Day: 5 November 2016

In this scene, the people who are supposed to be loyal to Macbeth are planning to rebel on Macbeth’s leadership. Lennox and another Lord even say that with Macbeth rolling the country, everything is out of the natural order. Lennox said that he heard that Malcom is trying to secure help to overthrow Macbeth in England. They therefore are planning to send their prayers to Malcom declaring their support, and they are trying to get the King of England help them overthrow the king of Scotland (Macbeth). All the people that Macbeth is supposed to trust are planning to over throw him.

LORD

     The son of Duncan—

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth—

Lives in the English court and is received

Of the most pious Edward with such grace

That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff

Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid

To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward,

That by the help of these—with Him above

To ratify the work—we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

Do faithful homage and receive free honors.

All which we pine for now. And this report

Hath so exasperated the king that he

Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX

     And that well might

Advise him to a caution, t’ hold what distance

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

Fly to the court of England and unfold

His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed!

In this scene, a new character is introduced to the play. Hecate, the head of the witches, tells the witches off because they did not involve (him or her) in the matter of ruining Macbeth’s life. He then says that all of those spells that the witches have been doing are not as effective as what he is going to do (Hecate is planning something).

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 the 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.

Music and a song within: ‘Come away, come away,’

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Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.