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O spirito di morte indegna pace e bene!

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 god

Boil thou first I the charmed pot

Double, double toil and trouble

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble

Fillet of a fenny snake

Into 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 burn

O spirito di morte indegna pace e bene

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 yes

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 there to a tiger's cauldron

Cool it with a baboons blood

Then the charm is firm and good

Double, double til and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron burn