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Upon the corner of the moon:
There, hangs a vaporous 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 [30]
His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear.
And you all know security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
Music and a song.
Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.
Sing within: ‘Come away, come away’, etc.
FIRST WITCH
Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again.
Exeunt.
Scene VI IT
Enter Lennox and another Lord.
LENNOX
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret further. Only I say
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead!
And the right valiant Banquo walked too late;
Whom you may say, if’t please you, Fleance killed,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
It was for Malcom and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact, [10]
How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight −
