When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
I come, Graymalkin!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air. (1.1.1)
First Witch I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid: Weary se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tost. Look what I have. (1.3.2)
BANQUO That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? […] You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. (1.3.1)