FIRST WITCH. Here I have a pilot’s thumb, Wrack’d as homeward he did come.

[_Drum within._]

THIRD WITCH. A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.

ALL. The Weird Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace!—the charm’s wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

MACBETH. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.