Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time
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' 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 toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble

By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Open locks
Whoever knocks
Open locks
Whoever knocks