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.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
Open, locks,Whoever knocks!
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
Open, locks,Whoever knocks!
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Shaun, Liz, Isabel, or Ian.
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