Fair Is Foul & Foul Is Fair

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
Before the set of the sun.

Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Paddock calls.
Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

I drum, I drum(???)
Macbeth don’t(???) come

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth! that shall be King hereafter.

Where have thou been, sister?
Killing swine!
Hail, hail, hail.