"Hecate, they call, He calls, my Master calls. He calls to me. He taught me the charms of the craft. He made me Hecate, His queen of witch craft. To all my sisters I am the mistress of their charms. I am the one who allows them to live without mortal rule. I give to them what my Master gave to me, power to women. Foresight. Revenge.
"And yet these sisters of mine break from me and meet with Macbeth. Macbeth tho hated name of a useless swine, of a man who holds no love higher than that for himself. Even his beloved wife is surpassed by his high opinion, ambition and lust for what he lacks. Is it something all males do, to be better and bigger than the other? Is it to compensate for something?
"And yet these witches fuel this man's need. They meet him, without me, and told him secrets of the future. Look now he has become Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor and King here after. Those stupid women. Did they not realise that my Master would hear of this? Why? Why is it that I am to be punished for their stupidity? To meet this wayward son, give riddles and affairs of death to the hated Macbeth. What is he to them? A man who will take the road dared not travelled by men and all at the word of three ugly sisters? He is a malleable man. Stupid but easily turned.
"Now the trouble my sisters have caused is to be righted. As I speak now Macbeth meets with them to demand what he wants to see. This event shall right the wrong. He shall receive three prophecies;
"Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Macduff,
Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
Be bloody, bold and resolute. Laugh to scorn
The power of men, for none of women born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnum Wood to High Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him."
"(Cackles) Oh how easy it is to deceive a man. A man who deserves nothing, he who brought it upon himself foolishly listened to the whispers of women. Both witches and wife. Oh, my Master, He will be please once the tale of this ending has been played out. For it will all be back in its rightful place. Lord and Lady Macbeth dead, revenge served and Malcom taking what is his rightfully. Take our riddles of death Macbeth. Take them as you please. For nothing is what it seems."