HECATE. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles 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?
William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act III, scene v