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Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare

October 4, 2010 by Every Writer

"Macbeth consulting the Vision of the Armed Head" by Johann Heinrich F?ssli

Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
? FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
? SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
? THIRD WITCH. Harpier cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.”
? FIRST WITCH. Round about the cauldron 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.
? ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;
??? Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
? SECOND WITCH. 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.
? ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;
??? Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
? THIRD WITCH. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
??? Witch’s 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 chawdron,
??? For the ingredients of our cawdron.
? ALL. Double, double, toil and trouble;
??? Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
? SECOND WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
??? Then the charm is firm and good.

Filed Under: 1500s, Shakespeare, William

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