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(A desert place)
[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]
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