Shakespeare Witches



The Witches Spell

Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron 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!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron 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.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 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
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 ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

or maybe you might prefer Terry Pratchett's parody....

"The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like and inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain lashed hills. The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which Gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like madness in a weasel's eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled and archaic voice shrieked: "When shall we three meet again?!!"
There was a pause.
Finally another voice said, in a far more ordinary tones: 
"Well I can do next Tuesday""

Terry Pratchett ~ Wyrd Sisters



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Comments

  1. Ooh I loved this!
    My six year old enjoyed it too:)
    We read it out loud.
    Thank you for participating .

    Marfi

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  2. Ooh I loved this!
    My six year old enjoyed it too:)
    We read it out loud.
    Thank you for participating .

    Marfi

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  3. Oh I just love this, perfect for Haunted Humpday!

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  4. Hello and happy Friday Witchy J. Thanks for your kind comment on my blog. I love the excerpt from Macbeth. One of my favorites and so very appropriate for Haunted Hump day.-Shawn

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  5. Love it!
    Renaisssance Faire season is drawing to a close around here, and both these versions make me smile.
    Good memories.

    Happy Haunted Humpday!

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  6. Love it!
    Renaisssance Faire season is drawing to a close around here, and both these versions make me smile.
    Good memories.

    Happy Haunted Humpday!

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