John Keats (1795-1821), written in October 1816
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Act I Scene 1: An open place
Witch #1: When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning or in rain? Witch #2: When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Witch #3: That will be ere the set of sun. Witch #1: Where the place? Witch #2: Upon the heath. Witch #3: There to meet with Macbeth. Witch #1: I come, Graymalkin! Witch #2 or all witches: Paddock calls. Witch #3 or all witches: Anon! All witches: Fair is foul and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.