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First Witch Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE MACBETH Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Enter LENNOX LENNOX What's your grace's will? MACBETH Saw you the weird sisters? LENNOX No, my lord. MACBETH Came they not by you? LENNOX No, indeed, my lord. MACBETH Infected be the air whereon they ride; LENNOX 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word MACBETH Fled to England! LENNOX Ay, my good lord. MACBETH Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: |
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