When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s 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!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
exeunt
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