Unanswered...
The dark and stormy night as I see the witches one again. Rather than just three witches, a fourth seems to command them. But I am here for only some answers. I question them more, urging them for answers. I cannot leave without those answers! Rather than direct answers, apparitions appear.
Three, one to beware of Macduff, one a bloody child. The bloody child says I will be hurt by one not woman born. I feel a weight lifted from my chest, as I realize I am immune. No mortal man can hurt me, or take the crown from me. The third apparition, a child with a leaf and a crown, recites me to not be conquered until Birham Wood marches.
I press for more and more. I need many more answers! I need to know more! But they disappeared before I recieved the answers I deserved. “Where are they? Gone?--Let this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar!-- come in, without there, “ (4.1.1708-10).
