GLORY AND GORE 𖦹 CASTELLAN

we're slipping off the course that we prepared

Odette Nix x Luke Castellan
( you have so much to do and
i have nothing ahead of me )
cupify                                2024.

First Witch Why, how
now, Hecate! you look angerly.

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 call'd 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 every thing 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 vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill'd 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
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

[ Music and a song within: ' glory and gore ' ]

Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[ Exit ]

First Witch   Come, let's make haste;
she'll soon be back again.

[ Exeunt ]