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 ingrediants 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.