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In the midst of a great storm, witches appear in an deserted outdoor place they plan on meeting Macbeth, a nobleman in the King's army.
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| When shall we meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? | |
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| When the battle is done, and is both lost and won. | |
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They depart from where they came.
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| Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. | |
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| Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. | |
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