Weyward Sisters, you that Fright

The Lonely Traveller by Night.

Who like dismal Ravens crying,

Beat the Windows of the Dying,

Appear at my call, and share in the Fame,

Of a Mischief shall make all Carthage to flame.

Appear

Appear

Appear

Appear

Say, Beldam, what's thy will.

Harm's our Delight and Mischief all our Skill.