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

on



our wise men....war is
only a touch of a
button away.
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.

Enter total and absolute nitwit stage far far right............