Macbeth

The tawny cat has meowed three times.

Three times. And the hedgehog has whined once.

My spirit friend, Harpier, is yelling, “It’s time, it’s time!”

Dance around the cauldron and throw in the poisoned entrails. (holding up a toad) You’ll go in first—a toad that sat under a cold rock for a month, oozing poison from its pores.

Double, double toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

(holding something up) We’ll boil you in the cauldron next—a slice of swamp snake. All the rest of you in too: a newt’s eye, a frog’s tongue, fur from a bat, a dog’s tongue, the forked tongue of an adder, the stinger of a burrowing worm, a lizard’s leg, an owl’s wing. (speaking to the ingredients) Make a charm to cause powerful trouble, and boil and bubble like a broth of hell.

Double, double toil and trouble,

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.