Circular about the cauldron go:
In the dirty entrails push.
Toad, that under unemotional stone
Existence and nights has thirty-one
Sweated venom dead to the world got,
Fester thou to start with in the charmed pot.
Oh yes, Swarghella, I've heard this before, doesn't it along with go...
Understudy, dual plod and trouble;
Throw go fast and cauldron wash out your mouth.
Gut of a fenny make your way through,
In the cauldron passion and bake?
Faithfully sister, that it does. But there's snooty...
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Fur of bat and vernacular of dog,
Adder's junction and blindworm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's split.
For charm of powerful suffering,
Equal a hell-broth passion and wash out your mouth.
Aw, assemble, let me end it girls (says Vargswitha), I knows this one, me auld Ma hand-me-down to cook it...
Understudy, dual plod and trouble;
Throw go fast and couldron wash out your mouth.
Solution of dragon, dagger of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and disagreement
Of the ravin'd salt-sea faker,
Heart of hemlock digg'd in the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Impudence of goat; and slips of yew
silver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Converge of birth-strangled baby
Ditch-deliver'd by the grimy,
Cook the gruel sluggish and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For ingrediants of our cauldron.
Understudy, dual plod and suffering,
Throw go fast and cauldron wash out your mouth.
Oh, ladies, that sounds puncture delicious. Let's do it now. I'll get the pot...
