Round about the cauldron go; in the poison'd entrails throw. Toad that under cold stone, days and nights has thirty-one, swelt'red venom sleeping got, boil thou first i' th' charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.
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 howler's wing - for a charm of pow'rful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble. By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. Open locks, whoever comes.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools, the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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<IMG SRC="../graphics/Shakespeare.gif" ALIGN="left">Round about the cauldron go; in
the poison'd entrails throw. Toad that under cold stone, days and nights has thirty-one, swelt'red
venom sleeping got, boil thou first i' th' charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn
and cauldron bubble.
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<P>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 howler's wing - for a charm of pow'rful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and
bubble. By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. Open locks, whoever comes.</P>
<P CLASS="nextpart">To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day
to day, to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools, the way to
dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and
frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound
and fury, signifying nothing.</P>
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