A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder.
Enter the three WITCHES.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries, “'Tis time, ’tis
Round about the cauldron go,
5In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmèd
10Double, 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,
15Wool 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.
20Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.