A desert place.
When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt.
Act I
3
A desert place.
When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt.