Macbeth interacts with the witches-- a prelude to the apparitions, which comes next.
[The three witches enter amidst thunder (following lightning, naturally).]
First Witch. The cat has meowed three times. Meow, meow, meow.
Second Witch. The hedgehog grunted three times and more. Grunt, grunt, grunt. Grunt.
Third Witch. An ugly woman's voice screeches: It's time. it's time! Time to do it to it!
First Witch. Around the boiling pot we go
Dumping poisoned guts, you know;
first we'll take the bowels of frogs
from under stones and rotten logs,
sweating poison in their sleep
slung into the caldron deep.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Second Witch. Let us see what else we make:
I got a little piece o' snake;
salamander's eye and froggie's toe;
wool from a bat -- ah, that should go;
tongues from both a snake and dog;
[That should make a tasty grog.]
Lizard's legs and scorpion's sting;
a tiny shred of owl's wing --
horrid mess we cook -- no trouble
as we watch the caldron bubble.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Third Witch. What I got is really neat:
Dragon's scale and wolfie's teat;
throw in, too, a witch's mummy;
the throat of shark and bits of tummy;
some roots and branches that I dig,
like the poison hemlock twig;
liver of a cussin' Jew;
branches from a tree (that, too);
A Turkee's nose, his neighbor's lips;
A baby's fingers (just the tips)
from a kid whelped in a ditch
(Mommy must've been a bitch);
Then we add a tiger's gizzard
which all goes good with parts of lizard.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Second Witch. Let's cool it with some monkey's blood.
That will make it really good.
[Hecate swoops in on the scene.]
Hecate. Hey, you three make a motley crew
brewing up this gourmet stew.
Now, dance and sing around the pot
about the goodies that it's got;
as elves and fairies, dance and sing,
and like good witches, do your thing.
[Hecate swoops out of the scene.]
Second Witch. An itching feeling on my hands
tells me footsteps in the sands
belong to someone coming 'roun';
Whoever's there, just come on down.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 04:34
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Macbeth, Act IV, sc. i, Every Witch Way -- and Loose
A dark cave with a boiling caldron in the center.[The three witches enter amidst thunder (following lightning, naturally).]
First Witch. The cat has meowed three times. Meow, meow, meow.
Second Witch. The hedgehog grunted three times and more. Grunt, grunt, grunt. Grunt.
Third Witch. An ugly woman's voice screeches: It's time. it's time! Time to do it to it!
First Witch. Around the boiling pot we go
Dumping poisoned guts, you know;
first we'll take the bowels of frogs
from under stones and rotten logs,
sweating poison in their sleep
slung into the caldron deep.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Second Witch. Let us see what else we make:
I got a little piece o' snake;
salamander's eye and froggie's toe;
wool from a bat -- ah, that should go;
tongues from both a snake and dog;
[That should make a tasty grog.]
Lizard's legs and scorpion's sting;
a tiny shred of owl's wing --
horrid mess we cook -- no trouble
as we watch the caldron bubble.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Third Witch. What I got is really neat:
Dragon's scale and wolfie's teat;
throw in, too, a witch's mummy;
the throat of shark and bits of tummy;
some roots and branches that I dig,
like the poison hemlock twig;
liver of a cussin' Jew;
branches from a tree (that, too);
A Turkee's nose, his neighbor's lips;
A baby's fingers (just the tips)
from a kid whelped in a ditch
(Mommy must've been a bitch);
Then we add a tiger's gizzard
which all goes good with parts of lizard.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Second Witch. Let's cool it with some monkey's blood.
That will make it really good.
[Hecate swoops in on the scene.]
Hecate. Hey, you three make a motley crew
brewing up this gourmet stew.
Now, dance and sing around the pot
about the goodies that it's got;
as elves and fairies, dance and sing,
and like good witches, do your thing.
[Hecate swoops out of the scene.]
Second Witch. An itching feeling on my hands
tells me footsteps in the sands
belong to someone coming 'roun';
Whoever's there, just come on down.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 917 times
Written on 2007-01-21 at 04:34
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