Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
First Witch: When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch: When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.
Third Witch: That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch: Where the place?
Second Witch: Upon the heath.
Third Witch: There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch: I come, Graymalkin!
Second Witch: Paddock calls.
Third Witch: Anon.
All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Exeunt.
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.
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