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I. The Witches on the Heath
Long ago, some Scottish lords were fighting against their good old king, Duncan, and the King of Norway had sent an army to help them.
Far from the fighting, three strange women met on an empty heath in the thunder and rain. A heath is wild, open land where only rough grass and low plants grow. The women were old and thin, and they wore wild, dirty clothes. They were witches.
“When will we three meet again?” asked the first witch.
“When the noise of the battle is over,” said the second. “When one side has lost and the other side has won.”
“Before the sun goes down,” said the third. “Here on the heath, where we will meet Macbeth.”
Then the three of them spoke together, like a song. “Fair is foul, and