Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries, “'Tis time, ’tis time.”
Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
In the cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. The three WITCHES enter.
The tawny cat has meowed three times.
Three times. And the hedgehog has whined once.
My spirit friend, Harpier, is yelling, “It’s time, it’s time!”
Dance around the cauldron and throw in the poisoned entrails.(holding up a toad) You’ll go in first—a toad that sat under a cold rock for a month, oozing poison from its pores.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
(holding something up) We’ll boil you in the cauldron next—a slice of swamp snake. All the rest of you in too: a newt’s eye, a frog’s tongue, fur from a bat, a dog’s tongue, the forked tongue of an adder, the stinger of a burrowing worm, a lizard’s leg, an owl’s wing. (speaking to the ingredients) Make a charm to cause powerful trouble, and boil and bubble like a broth of hell.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
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