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Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

Round about the cauldron go:
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelt'red venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot.

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

Fillet of a finny 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 blindworm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of pow'rful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged i' th' 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 be a drab,
Make the greul thick and slab;
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For th' 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.

~William Shakespeare
--from Macbeth