Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Thrice and once the hedge pig whined.

Harpier cries, "Tis time, tis time!"

Round about the cauldron go,
In the poison'd entrails throw,
Toad that under the 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 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,
Witches mummy maw and gulf,
Of the ravin'd salt sea shark,
Boot 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 cauldron.

Double double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble;

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