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Yes, I butchered Shakespeare...
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Round about the caldron go
In the poison'd Mitt's head throw.—
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of Herman Cain,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
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;
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
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