Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice, and onc the hedge-pig whin'd.
Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the the cauldron go:
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and night, has thirty one:
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot.

Double, bouble 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:
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.
Witche's mummy, maw, and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark:
Root of hemlock, digg'd i'th'dark:
Liver of a blaspheming Jew,
Sliver'd in the moons eclipse:
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips:
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick, and slab.
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For th' ingredients of our cauldron.

Double double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldren bubble.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Teardrops Wiccan Realm

The Tragedy of Macbeth
William Shakespeare