When shall we three meet again?

In thunder, lightning, or rain?

When the hurly-burly's done

When the battle's lost and won

That will be ere set of sun

Where the place?

Upon the heath

And there to meet with Macbeth

Double, double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble

To Macbeth and Banquo came the three sisters weird

Macbeth they met with titles that were strange to his ears

"Thane of Cawdor, king to be"

So went their prophecy

That wretched name Cawdor seemed to breed treachery

Traitor, traitor, traitor

The thane that came before

And Macbeth did agree

By Duncan's death all of the land would fall to aching hands

Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble

Be bloody bold and resolute and never fear death

For no man of woman born shall ever harm Macbeth

A guilty and tormented soul, so deeply steeped in sin

The gory glory's bloody story mauls Macbeth within

Dreadful frights

Grisly sight

Sleepless and tormented nights

Macbeth's ill-gotten gains are plagued by nightmare's savage bite

Savage bite

Witches' words recalled

Soothed his pain, brought him calm

Macbeth believed himself to be free from all harm

He was yet to meet the man who would make him despair his charm

Dunsinane's battle was over and won

Over and won, over and won

Almost before bold Macbeth was undone

Macduff tolled the knell of Macbeth's coming doom

When he was untimely ripped from the womb

Ripped from the womb, ripped from the womb

Charged with a task long before he was born

Macduff was the one not of woman born