Act 4, Scene 1, MacBeth, William Shakespeare(Yeah, I know - the actual quote is
"Double, double, toil and trouble" but everyone seems to mistakenly
remember it
best when misquoted as "Boil, boil, toil and trouble" hence the misnomer on
this page.
Don't believe me - trot down to the library and pull the actual play and check it out for yourselves!)        
Character, Stage Directions | Dialogue | | First Witch | Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. | | Second Witch | Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. | | Third Witch | Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time." | | First Witch | Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. | | All | Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | | Second Witch | 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 | | Third Witch | Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged in' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered 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. | | Second Witch | Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good. | Enter Hecate to the other three Witches | | | Hecate
Music and a song: Black Spirits, etc.
| O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share in the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in. | Hecate retires | | | Second Witch | By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks! | Enter MacBeth | | | MacBeth | How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do? | | All | A deed without a name. |
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