FIRST WITCH:
Ay, sir, all this be so.
But why Stands Macbeth thus amazed?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites
And show the best of our delights.
I'll give the air a sound
While you preform your antic round,
That this king may kindly say
Our duties did his welcome pay.
Music. The Witches dance and vanish.
MACBETH:
Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calender!-
Come in, without there.