For Angie :D

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!

1 WITCH. Round about the caldron 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 caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron 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 caldron bubble.

LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT
Okay I be witch 1, you be witch 2, who shall we chose for witch 3, I got a good prospect can ya guess???

Not me??

Uh... yup!

Fuzzwad, methinks you're too sweet and innocent to be a witch? But if you want, you can join us! I'll have to teach you a few things, though. MMUUUAAAHAAAHAAAA

Hey, what about me! I have a caldron, too!

Hey!! I hadn't seen yours yet!

I don't have one, though.

all those who wish to apply for the 3rd witch posetion please apply by PM to either me or Septi, if you think we should have more than 3 witches please apply to us by PM, the more the merrier MMUUAAHHAAHHAA

Hey now!!! I'm number THREE!!!! I've gotten my cauldron now!



We can have as many witches as we want, though! I just want to be #3!!

OH, but wait!! I want a rewrite! In fact, I DEMAND a rewrite! I refuse to say my lines such as they are! no, no no... not me!

hey I thought it was me, then you 2nd, etc, etc, etc

MMMUUAAAAHAAHAAAA!! That rewrite was easy! Here are my lines! (Notice I didn't ask for permission? evil grin)

3 WITCH. 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 screaming shrew,
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 ingrediants of our caldron.

ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.



OOPS! I forgot my cauldron!

yewwwwww don't this sound yummyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

It does!!... if you're a witch!

better a witch than a b###h