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Poem not found
Posted by: Jeff Carter (
Date: October 27, 2000 10:27PM

hi Having never visited this site before I really didn\'t know what to expect but it seemes nice any who i was wondering if anyone knew where I could find the poem entitled \"Something wicked this way comes\" if any body knows any thing about it I would really like to find it.

RE: Poem not found
Posted by: Chesil (
Date: October 28, 2000 07:25PM

I seem to recall it is in Macbeth by Shakespeare. I also believethere are downloadable versions at

RE: Poem not found
Posted by: Soma (
Date: October 28, 2000 10:31PM

Chesil, you've got it! The scene is wonderful and worth repeating again (and again, and again, and ....
(Aside} I hope my HTML works.)

Act 4, Scene 1. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch:
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
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 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.
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.
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 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.
Second Witch:
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate to the other three Witches
O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i' the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' etc.
Hecate retires

Second Witch:
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!


RE: Poem not found
Posted by: Chesil (
Date: October 29, 2000 05:15AM

It's certainly one of my favorite pieces of Shakespeare, along with Marc Antony's funeral oratory and King Henry Vs rousing speech at Agincourt and....well, there are just so many aren't there!


(who is waiting eagerly for his Complete Works of Shakespeare and the rest of his library to make it across the Atlantic to his new home)

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