I left out a lot of the spell at the start of this scene. I also left out the Hecate stuff. Obviously, the cast would be likely to avoid it. Also, there's the fact that most of the stuff with Hecate has been utterly discredited.
Still, this is creepy enough. The first apparition, incidentally, is the "armoured head." I went for a very modern protection of the ol' noggin here.
I'm not certain how well a hazmat suit's helmet would protect anyone against swords or bows but I'm fairly certain they never meant it to be armor! ;)
I'm treating "protected" as akin to "armoured." I also figured it was funnier than a Mandalorian helmet.
For some reason, I read "pricking" as "bickering," no idea why really. "How now, you secret, black and midnight hags!" is such a great line. And the whole sow's blood bit is pretty disgusting. Good work. :)
I really love explaining how gruesome and potent the language of Shakespeare can be. Stuff like this is a goldmine - or a vomit mine, depending on the day's offerings in the cafeteria...