Third Witch
Anon.
All
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Exeunt.
Scene II
A camp near Forres.
Duncan
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
Malcolm
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
’Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.