| When shall we three meet again?In thunder, lighting, or in rain? | When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battles lost and won. |
| That will be ere the set of sun. | Where the place? |
| Upon the Heath | There to meet with Macbeth |
| I come, Graymalkin. | Paddock calls. |
| Anon. | (Both) fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air. |
| Scene 3 | Where hast thou been, sister? |
| Killing swine | Sister, where thou? |
| A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched and munched and munched. “Give me,” quoth I. “Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries. Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ tiger; but in a sieve I’ll thither sail, and, like a rat without a tail, I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do. | I’ll give thee a wind. |
| Th’ art kind | And I another |
| (Skip kassidy) | I myself have all the other, |
| Part 1 other… | and the very ports they blow, all the quarters that they know. |
| Part 2 know.. | I’ th’ shipman’s card. I’ll drain him dry as hay. Sleep shall neither night nor day |
| Part 3 day… | Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. |
| Part 4 forbid… | Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine. |
| Part 5 pine… | Though his bark cannot be lost,Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. |
| Part 6 tossed… | Look what I have. |
| Show me, show me. | Here I have a pilot’s thumb,Wracked as homeward he did come |
| A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come. | (Both) The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, |
| Thrice to thine | and thrice to mine |
| (Both) And thrice again, to make up nine. | Peace, the charm’s wound up. |
Macbeth: Weird Sisters Scenes 1 + 3
November 28, 2019