Hold on cake just in the middle of something...
It's the stage play of this thread I think it starts well, what do you think?
SCENE I. A terven. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches
Boiledbeetle:
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
IcakethereforeIam:
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Spero:
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Boiledbeetle:
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 got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
IcakethereforeIam:
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 owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Spero:
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 yew
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 thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
ALL:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
IcakethereforeIam:
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Helleofabore to the other three Witches
Helleofabore:
O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i' the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: 'Black spirits,'
Helleofabore retires
IcakethereforeIam:
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Whoever knocks!
Enter Robinmoirawhite:
Robinmoirawhite:
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do?
ALL:
A deed without a name.
Robinmoirawhite:
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.
Boiledbeetle:
Speak.
IcakethereforeIam:
Demand
Spero:
We'll answer.
Boiledbeetle:
Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,Or from our masters?
Robinmoirawhite:
Call 'em; let me see 'em.
Boiledbeetle:
Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten from the murderer's gibbet thrown Into the flame.
Obviously it needs a bit of work.
Anyway, yeah, whenever you are free!