Poem of the week 10

Witches’ Song from Macbeth

William Shakespeare

 

Round about the cauldron go;

In the poison’s entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Swelter’d venom, sleeping got,

Boil thou first i’th’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 howlet’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.

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