A desert place.
Amid thunder and lightning, three witches agree to meet again when the battle is over, by the end of the day, and meet Macbeth. (13 lines)
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.