Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
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 hell-broth boil and bubble.
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
Sliver’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.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- Elad, are you there?
- The Making of a Female Avatar, The "Double Down on Community" Mission, the $10,000 Challenge of the Avatar, and More!
- Crafting becomes both fun and useful for Shroud of the Avatar
- I met a strange lady. She made me nervous. She took me in and gave me breakfast
- An unexpected visit to the sacrificial hot tub in Jaanaford
- Double Homicide within Deep Ravenswood
- Summer Camp Fun in the North Brightbone Woods
- Taking a moment to pause and reflect
- Whiskey thievery gone a rye
- An open field yields a strange funeral arrangement