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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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