Thunder. Enter the Three Witches.
First Witch. Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw,
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty one,
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' chamèd pot.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble!
Second Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In 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 howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a h*ll-broth boil and bubble!
All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble!
Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' th' dark,
...
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron
For the ingredience of our cauldron.
Witches vanish.
Thank you, ladies, that was a lovely introduction.
Now, if you somehow hadn't guessed, this is a vignette of the Witches' Haunt from Act 4, Scene 1 of Macbeth.
Gallery.
I daresay it was fun to make, especially the landscaping. Note the charred ground underneath the fire. So, comments and suggestions appreciated...
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would make a good toga for a Caesar stabbing scene.