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 set of sun. Where's the place? Upon the heath. There we go to meet MacBeth. There we'll perform our magic rites, And raise such artificial sprights As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion. We'll double, double, toil and trouble, And make our hell broth boil and bubble!