1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
Drum within.
3. A Drumme, a Drumme:
Macbeth doth come
All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the Sea and Land,
Thus doe goe, about, about,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice againe, to make vp nine.
Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.