Saturday, October 31, 2009

The Three Witches by Wm Shakespeare


Thrice, the brinded cat mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries ! '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'the 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,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet'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.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

Witch's mummy, maw and gulf

Of the ravined salt sea shark,

Root of hemlock digged i'the dark,

Liver of blaspheming jew,

Gall of goat, and slips of yew

Slivered in the moon's eclipse,

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe,

Ditch-delivered by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab.

Add thereto a tiger's chaudron

For the ingredience of our cauldron.
Double, double, toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.


Cool it with a baboon's blood;

Then the charm is firm and good....

1 comments:

Celia (Head Witch of the Hollow) said...

I think that I have got most of these ingredients in my wild garden...he he

Hope you had a lovely eve.....

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