Thunder and Lightning. Enter Three Witches.
First Witch: When shall we three meet again,
in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch: When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
Third Witch: That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch: Where’s the place?
Second Witch: Upon the heath.
Third Witch: There to meet with Macbeth.
All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air. […]
(Sound of drum pounding)
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
(Enter Macbeth)
Macbeth: Speak, if you can. What are you?
First Witch: All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch: All hail, Macbeth! That shall be King hereafter!
Macbeth: Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
[…] Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence. […]
Speak, I charge you.
(Witches vanish)
Would they had stay’d!