When Shall We Three Meet Again?

October 25, 2009 10:58 AM

Featuring, in thier MeFiMu debut, the three resident witches of the Dundee household - the High Teas (geddit?). We're anticipating a call from the Royal Shakespeare Compnay any time about now....... so - Mirren, Dench et al - feel the fear...

posted by MajorDundee (4 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite

Amazing. (.!)
posted by infinite intimation at 11:03 AM on October 25, 2009

Here's the text:

SCENE I. A desert place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
First Witch
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch
Where the place?

Second Witch
Upon the heath.

Third Witch
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch
I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch
Paddock calls.

Third Witch

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.



SCENE I. 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.


How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do?
posted by MajorDundee at 11:55 AM on October 25, 2009

Hey, this works. Nice recitation, and I like the background nices.

I remember memorizing this in high school--just the first part, I guess. I'd always stumble and make Heath and Macbeth into Heath and Macbeath. It drove me crazy that it didn't line up.
posted by umbĂș at 8:36 AM on October 29, 2009

oops. noises.
posted by umbĂș at 7:17 PM on October 29, 2009

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