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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



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 owlet'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,

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.



Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.



Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.



На самом деле ничего страшного... Это меня уговорили пратчеттовских Wyrd sisters почитать. А ведьмино кодовство "музыкой навеяло"