No kidding! What’s with the childish games here?
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whind.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:tis time! tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poisond entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelterd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adders fork, and blind-worms sting,
Lizards leg, and owlets wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravind salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock diggd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliverd in the moons eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartars lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliverd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tigers chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboons blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.