Hecate.

AIR.

My little airy spirit see!

Sits on yon foggy cloud and waits for me.

Thy chirping voice I hear,

So pleasing to mine ear,

At which I haste away,

With all the speed I may

CHORUS.

Come away! make up th' account.

Hecate.

RECITATIVE.

With new fallen dew from churchyard yew
I will but 'noint and then I'll mount-

Now I'm furnished for my flight.
Now I go; and now I fly,

Malkin my sweet spirit and I.

Oh what a dainty pleasure is this

To sail in the air, when the moon shines fair,

To sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss,

Over woods, high rocks and mountains,
Over hills and misty fountains,

Over steeples, towers, and turrets,

We fly by night midst troops of spirits.

CHORUS.

We fly by night 'mong troops of spirits.

ACT IV., SCENE 1st.-A dark cave; in the middle, a caldron boiling. The Witches are completing their spells before the expected arrival of Macbeth.

"And now about the caldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Enchanting all that you put in."