![]() RALPH: A foggy cloud? Here in the studio? I don't see anything. HECATE: My little spirit, see, sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me. But if we could get back to how all of this really works. RALPH: Our greatest enemy? A sense of safety? I guess you're right, that it's good to be always a little bit worried about the future. HECATE: The sense of safety, Ralph, you know overconfidence, is the most dangerous mortal enemy that humans have. RALPH: Is that such a bad thing, to not fear death? And his hopes will outweigh his wisdom and fear of death. I will distill a vaporous drop from the moon, and I will create such illusions for Macbeth, strong illusions that will draw him further into his confusion. HECATE: There's a lot of power in the moon. I think our audience would love to know more about how all of this works. Hecate appears to be empowering the female witches and giving them the power to convince Macbeth towards the pursuance of his evil ambitions: And I, the mistress of your charms, the close contriver of all harms, I was never called to bear my part Shakespeare (4). And here's where I think we could dig in a little. I'm going to prepare some apparitions to bring this all to an end. The weird sisters will have to bring their entire bag of tricks. RALPH: Acheron? You mean the river in hell? You're going to meet them in hell? HECATE: I need to put those three in their place. RALPH: So, you mean your powers should be reserved for those who would honor you? Like the goddess that you are? And all for that Macbeth who cares only for what's good for him, like the rest of you lot. They run the risk of giving us a bad name in the process. HECATE: My point is none of this happens without my approval. RALPH: So, right, so, what is that stuff exactly that they're doing? And how do they do it? None of the things they do can happen without me pulling the strings. RALPH: Oh dear, so they've gone rogue, as we might say? How dare they play with Macbeth, trafficking in riddles and affairs of death? HECATE: Have you seen them? Incredibly rude. Well, maybe we could just start with what's happening right now, and then dig into some of the issues. HECATE: Well, perhaps this interview will help some of those things. And that sometimes leads to misunderstandings. Or at least hard to understand, if I may say so myself. RALPH: You mean the part about the witches. But don't let that little detail make you nervous, either. And in this case, the goddess of the moon. It's not everyday you get to interview a goddess. You know, I'm sensing a little nervous energy. As you all know, overconfidence is mortal man’s worst enemy.RALPH: Welcome to the show. 2017 marks the fiftieth anniversary of the beloved classic Jennifer. He’ll think himself immune to fate will mock death and will think he has no need for wisdom, grace, or fear. Buy a cheap copy of Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William. Hecate even criticizes the three witches for allowing Macbeth to hold information that would make him happy. She is the Goddess of the witches and therefore wants to make as many people miserable as possible. When I charm the droplet with magic spells, it will raise up fantastic spirits that will trick Macbeth with illusions, and he'll walk right into his own destruction. Hecate wishes to bring Macbeth to his demise as it is pleasing and brings satisfaction knowing that she has ruined someone. On the corner of the moon there hangs a droplet, ready to fall. I’ll spend the night working to make a terrible and deadly outcome for him. Bring your cauldrons, your spells, your charms, and everything else. Get out of here and meet me at the pit of Acheron, where Macbeth will go to learn his destiny. Like all brats, he cares only about what he wants and not about you. And you all know, security Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.ĭon’t I have a reason to be angry, you hags? How dare you trick Macbeth with riddles and prophecies without including me-the source of your powers the creator of all evil things and the greatest practitioner of our magic? And, even worse, you’ve done all this for an unreliable, angry, and spiteful brat. He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear. 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. Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vap’rous drop profound. This night I’ll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and everything beside. Thither he Will come to know his destiny. ![]() Get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i’ th’ morning. ![]() 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. ![]()
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