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Hail, King of Scotland!
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart!
Seek to know no more.
Listen, but speak not to't.
Come, high or low; Thyself and office deftly show!
A deed without a name.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Well contented.
So 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.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
