| When shall we three meet again — in thunder, lightning, or rain?
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| When the hurly burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won
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| That will be ere that set of sun
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| Where the place? |
| — upon the heath
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| And there to meet with Macbeth
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| To Macbeth and Banquo came the three sisters weird
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| Macbeth they met with titles that were strange to his ears
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| «Thane of Cawdor, king to be» — so went their prophecy
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| That wretched name Cawdor seemed to breed treachery
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| The thane that came before, and Macbeth did agree
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| By Duncan’s death all of the land would fall to aching hands
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| Double, double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble
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| Be bloody bold and resolute and never fear death
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| For no man of woman born shall ever harm Macbeth
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| A guilty and tormented soul, so deeply steeped in sin
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| The gory glory’s bloody story mauls Macbeth within
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| Dreadful frights — grisly sights — sleepless and tormented nights
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| Macbeth’s ill-gotten gains are plagued by nightmare’s savage bite
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| Witches' words recalled — soothed his pain, brought him calm
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| Macbeth believed himself to be free from all harm
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| He was yet to meet the man who would make him despair his charm
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| Dunsinane’s battle was over and won
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| Almost before bold Macbeth was undone
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| Macduff tolled the knell of Macbeth’s coming doom
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| When he was untimely ripped from the womb
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| Charged with a task long before he was born
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| Macduff was the one not of woman born |