A desert place. Thunder and lightning.
Enter three Witches.

First Witch.
When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Sec. 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?

Sec. Witch.
Upon the heath.

Third Witch.
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch.
I come, Graymalkin!

Sec. Witch.
Paddock calls. (10)

Third Witch.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt.

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