The witches chant...
Thrice the brindled cat hath mewed
thrice and once the hedge pig whined
harpier cries tis time tis time
round about the cauldron to go
in the poisoned entrails throw
toad that cold under stone
days and nights has thirty one
sweltered venom sleeping got
boil thou first i' th' charmed pot
double double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble
fillet of a fenny snake
in the cauldron boil and bake
eye of newt and toe of frog
wool of bat and tounge of dog
adders fork and blind worms sting
lizards leg and howlets wing
for a charm of powerful trouble
like a hell broth boil and bubble
double double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble
scale of dragon tooth of wolf
witches mummy maw and gulf
of the ravined salt-sea shark
root of hemlock digged i' th' dark
liver of blaspheming jew
gall of goat and slips of yew
slivered in the moons eclipse
nose of turk and tartars lips
finger of irth strangled babe
ditch-delivered by a drab
make the gruel thick and slab
add thereto a tigers chauldron
for th' ingredience of our cauldron
double double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble
cool it with a baboons blood
then the charm is full and good
William Shakespeare
