Macbeth Act 4 Scene 1

[A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron.]

[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]

First Witch
   Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.           brinded: striped (see Shakespeare blazon); mew'd: proclaimed

Second Witch
   Thrice and once the Hedge-Pig whined.     hedge: concealed; whined: complained

Third Witch
   Harpier cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch
   Round about the Ceauldron 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 toile 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 Frogge,
   Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge,
   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 toyle and trouble,
   Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.

Third Witch
   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
   Silver'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 toyle and trouble'
   Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
   Cool it with a Baboon's blood,
   Then the Charm is firm and good.

[Enter Hecate.]

   O! well done! I commend your pains,
   And every one shall share i' the gains.
   And now about the Cauldron sing,
   Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
   Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music, and a Song, 'Black Spirits,' and company.] 2
   Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray;
   Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

[Exit Hecate.]

Second Witch
   By the pricking of my Thumbs,
   Something wicked this way comes.
   Open, Locks,
   Whoever knocks.

[Enter Macbeth.]

   How now, you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
   What is't you do?

   A deed without a name.