Earlier – in comments – Keith D mentioned a wish “to see a ‘Making Friends With Shakespeare’s Magic(k)’ or similar mystical-themed piece”. So far I have not been able to work on this (too busy with, among other things, the creation of a theatrical Victorian séance!), but to prove I have not forgotten, here’s a little something I came across:
There is a lot more out there, of course, especially looking at individual plays, and I do plan on looking more indepth at this subject, but this particular article is a little different.
In fact, it does not even mention The Tempest or the Scottish Play:
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
Macbeth on hearing and wishing to believe the witches’ predictions (Macbeth – Act 1; Sc. 3) – how quickly he thinks of committing murder, rather than some other cause for his succession!