Thrice the brinded cat hath mewd. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries Tis time, tis time. Round about the cauldron 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. 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 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. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 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 Silverd 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 ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Cool it with a baboons blood, Then the charm is firm and good. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 00:38:48 +0000
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