weird sister blues

"light thickens and the crow makes wing to th' rooky wood good things of day begin to droop and drowse whiles nights black agents to their preys do rouse"


Round about the cauldron 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 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 owlet'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, Root of hemlock (digg'd) i(n) 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.

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