have i not reson bedlams as you are sauce and over bold. how did u dare to trade and trafic with macbeth in the riddels 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? but make
ammends now get u gone and at the pit of achernon meet me ith morning
thither he will coemt o know his destiny. your vessels and ur spells provide your charms and everything beside. . . hark i am called my little spirit see, sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me. - hecate (i played hescate in a play, yes i memorized
all that crap)