 The Witch's Brew, from Act 4 Scene 1 of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. RedFillipriVox.org, by Ian King Thrice the Brindid Cat hath mewed, Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pig whined, Harpier cries, Tis time, tis time Round about the cauldron go, in the poisoned entrails throw Toad, that under cold stone, days and nights hath thirty-one, sweltered venom sleeping-got, Boil thou first, in the charmed pot, Double-double toil in trouble, fire-burn, and cauldron bubble, Fill it of a fenny-snake, in the cauldron-boil'n bake, Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blindworm's sting, Lizard's leg, and howl at's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth, boil and bubble, Double toil in trouble, fire-burn, and cauldron bubble, Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, which is mummy, Moor and gulf of the ravine-d'salt sea-shark, Root of hemlock, digged in the dark, Liver of blaspheming dew, Tall of goat, and slips of you, slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk, and tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, ditch-delivered, By a drab, make the grawl thick and slab, Add there, too, a tiger's chodron, All the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil in trouble, fire-burn, and cauldron bubble, Call it with a baboon's blood, then the charm is firm and good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Witches Brew, from Act 4, Scene 1 of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare, read for LibriVox.org by Jason Mills. Thrice, the blended cat hath mewed, Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined, Harpier cries, Tis time, tis time, round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrails throw, Told that under cold stone days and nights Thrice hath thirty-one-swelted venom-sleeping-got, Boil thou first in the charred pot. Double-double toil in trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Fill it of a fennie-snake, In the cauldron boil and bake, Eye of Newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tong of dog, Add as fork and blind worms sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's winking, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double-double toil in trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witch's mummy, Moor and gulf of the ravine-salt sea-shark, Root of hemlock, dick-dee-the-dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gaul of goat, and slips of yuge slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk, and tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditched delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab, Add there, too, a tiger's chauldron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Witch's sprue. From Act 4, Scene 1 of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. Read, fully bevoxted, Orc, by Yulia Niedemeyer. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed, Thrice, and once the hatch-peak whined. Happy Christ, this time, this time, Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrails throw, Turret dead under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one, Swell-tothed venom sleeping-got. Boil thou first in the town to pot, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny-snake, In the cauldron boil and bake, Eye of nude and toe of rogue, Wool of bet, and tongue of dark, Edder's fork and blind worm-sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble, Double-toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Scale of dragon, tooth of wool, Width as mummy, maw and go, Of the raven, salty shark, Road of hemlock, dicked in the dark, Liver of blaspheming chew, Goll of goat and slips of you, Silvered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turg and tartar slips, Thinger of berth-strangled babe, Ditch delivered by a drab, Make the cruel, thick and slab, Edder to a tiger's charon, For the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with a beboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good, And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Witch's Brew, from Act Four Seen One of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare, Read for LibraVox.org, by Leanne Howlett, Thrice the Brinded Cat hath mewed, Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined, Harpier cries, Tis time, tis time, Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrails throw, Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one, Sweltered venom sleeping-got, Boil thou first in the charmed pot, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Fill it of a finny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake, Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Atters fork and blind warm sting, Lizards leg and Howlett'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, Witch's mummy, Maw and gulf of the raven salt sea-shark, Root of hemlock digged at the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gull of goat and slips of ewe Slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk and tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab, Add there too a tiger's shoedron For the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Witches Brew from Act 4, Scene 1 of Macbeth by William Shakespeare, read from LibreVox.org by Larrie Ann Walden. Thrice, the brinded cat hath mewed, Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined, Harpier cries, Tis time, tis time! Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrell's throw, Toad that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one, Sweltered venom, sleeping gut, Boil thou first in the charmid pot. Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Fillet of a thinny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake, Eye of Newton, toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Eddor's fork and blind worm sting, Lizard's leg and hell its 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, Witch's money, Maul and gulf of the ravened, Salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock, dig to the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gull of goat, and slips of youth, Livered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk, and tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled bay, Ditch delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab, Add thereto a tiger's cauldron, For the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. The Witch's Brew From Act 4, Scene 1 of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare, Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. Thrice the rendered cat hath bewed, Thrice said once the hedge-pink Wind, Herp your Christ is time, it is time. Round about the cauldron go, In the poise and entrails throw, Toad that under cold stone days and nights, As thirty-one sweltered venom sleeping got, Boy, thou first in that harbored pot, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Fillet of a finny snake, In the cauldron boil and wick, Eye of mute and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, And the spork and blind worm sting, Lizard's leg and howl at swing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a Elbroth boil and bubble, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witch's mummy, moor and gulf, Of the raven salt sea-shock, Root of hemlock, digged in the dark, Liver of lass-feaving Jew, Call of goat and slips of you, Slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk and tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditched, delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab, And there, too, a tiger's chaudron For the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with the baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Witch's Brew From Act Four, Scene One of Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. Read for LibriVox.org by Marianne Spiegel. Thrice, the brindled cat hath mewed. Thrice, and once, the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries, Tis time, tis time. Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrails throw, Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping-got, Boil thou first, ye the charmed pot. Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Filet of a fenny-snake, In the cauldron boil and bake, Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Atters fork and blind worms sting, Lizards leg and howlets wing, For 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, Witch's mummy, Maw and gulf of the ravened, Salty shark, Root of hemlock, Digged e' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gaul of goat and slips of you, Silvered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of turk and tartar's lips, Finger of burst-dangled babe, Ditch delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab, Add there too a tiger's chauldron, For the ingredients of our cauldron, Double-double toil and trouble, Fire-burn and cauldron bubble, Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. And of poem, this recording is in the public domain.