from the play  Macbeth By William Shakespeare

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd. 
 Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time! 
Round about the caldron go; 
In the poison'd entrails throw.— 
Toad, that under cold stone, 
Days and nights has thirty-one; 
Swelter'd venom sleeping got, 
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! 
 Double, double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 
 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, 
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, 
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,— 
For a charm of powerful trouble, 
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
Double, double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf; 
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf 
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; 
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark; 
Liver of blaspheming Jew; 
Gall of goat, and slips of yew 
Sliver'd in the moon's 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 the ingredients of our caldron. 
Double, double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 
Cool it with a baboon's blood, 
Then the charm is firm and good. 

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