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THE WITCH IN THE GRAVEYARD
THE WITCH IN THE GRAVEYARD
Scene: A forsaken graveyard, by moonlight. Enter two witches.
FIRST WITCH:Sit, sister, now that haggish HecateAppropriate and ghastly favour sheds,And with wild light forwards our enterprise;And watch the weighted eyelids of each graveAs never mother watched her babe, to mark,At zenith of the necromantic moonThe stir of that disquiet, when the dead,From suckling nightmares of the charnel darkOr long insomnia on a mouldy couch,Impelled like wan somnambulists, arise—Constrained to emerge and walk, or seated eachOn his own tombstone, shrouded council hold,Or commerce with the sooty wings of Hell.All omens of this influential hourWhen all dark powers, thronging to the dark,Promote enchantry with their wavèd wings,And brim the wind with potency malign—A dew of dread to aid our cauldron—theseObserve thou closely, while I seek afieldAll requisite swart herbs of venefice,And evil roots unto our usance ripe.(The first witch departs, leaving the other among thetombs, and returns after a time, in the course of her search.)
FIRST WITCH:Sister, what seest or what hearest thou?
SECOND WITCH:I seeThe moonlight, and the slowly moving gleam
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