The night has been unruly: where we lay,Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,And prophesying with accents terribleOf dire combustion and confused eventsNew hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure birdClamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earthWas feverous and did shake.
Macbeth (2.3.69-76), Lennox to Macbeth
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.Macbeth (4.1.45-6), Second WitchBy the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Macbeth (4.1.45-6), Second Witch
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;The noise of battle hurtled in the air,Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
Julius Caesar (2.2.21-5), Calpurnia to Caesar
First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;
First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;In the poison'd entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-oneSwelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
All: 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.
All: 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 yewSilver'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.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth (4.1.5-37)
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'dAnd meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.Richard II (2.4.9-12), Captain to the Earl of Salisbury The bay-trees in our country are all wither'dAnd meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
Richard II (2.4.9-12), Captain to the Earl of Salisbury
