First Witch Sister, see these names inscribed Hereon; they fury imbibed And drank overlong, their watch Done; long life have they botched. Second Witch What sad lot, these adventurers caught Always seeking aught for naught. First Witch Remember you that man Macbeth He who sought Scot’s crown addressed? Second Witch I remember, do I, do I Trapp’d him in a filthy lie The only thing that I regret Is we did not photos get. Third Witch Let us get on with our walk No more need such useless talk.