Paroles de 'Three Witches' par Shakespeare In Hell

FIRST WITCH.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH.
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH.
That will be ere the set of sun.

ALL.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SECOND WITCH.
Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH.
There to meet with Macbeth.

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.

FIRST WITCH
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

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

FIRST WITCH.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

FIRST WITCH.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

THIRD WITCH.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter!

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.

MACBETH.
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?